Martin sent me this text on our drive home last night:
Sisters and sisters on behalf of the leadership of MartinInUtah and people of this territory (mostly the redneck part) , I bid you a most heartfelt welcome to Zion.
You have endured a long and grueling journey (as if) across the plains after a hearty breakfast and surely a great lunch, sacrificing much to get back to us here in the tops of the mountains.
But look around you—this is the right place. As you soon rest from your travels and prepare to settle into your old drag, usual home, we call upon your spirit of industry, cooperation, and devotion to help and clean the mess up.
Such is the right way when a rose comes back to blossom in its own place…
