Ah..."home sweet home" as the saying goes. Then how sweet can home really be? Many of us spend a lifetime trying to get someplace else. You know the "grass is always greener" type of thing. I'm not one of those people. I kind of like home right here in Utah. Even with all its oddities and quirks Utah can be interesting. I'm not a member of the local club...you know, the "Mormons" which brings its own strange set of obstacles; but, I still love good ol' Happy Valley.

This valley, "Utah Valley" to be precise, is my home. I didn't pick it; my parents did a very long time ago. When you're twelve you kind of have to go where the family takes you and my family took me here to Happy Valley. I could have escaped but I guess I just never had that much ambition.

"Happy Valley" is a local euphemism for the area. I think it is something like River City. And, there is trouble in River City. Yup thats right, right here in River City...oh I mean Utah Valley, the land of milk and honey, the promised land, right here in Zion there is trouble.

Do you notice the brown haze settled at the bottom of our little valley? That is only one of the problems here in Happy Valley, good ol' Utah. Oh wait, what you can't see is how polluted the lake is under the ice. It is so polluted from the waste from farms, the cities and the industry that surround it, that you might not want to eat the fish from the lake. Oh and this year they tell us hunters you might not want to eat the ducks you kill here. Yeah that is my crystal clear pristine Valley.

Like I said there is trouble right here in good ol' Happy Valley.