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My grandpa pointed to a part of the hillside across from us that looked a little different than the rest of the basin, like an old scar on a patch of skin. During one particularly violent summer rainstorm, Louis heard a loud rumbling coming from somewhere above his cabin. Trusting his instinct, he jumped on his horse and rode as fast as he could out of the canyon. A landslide followed him all the way out. My grandpa remembers visiting the cabin back before the mudslide destroyed it, when he was only ten years old. Later, Louis had to sell his homestead to the Forest Service, adding another few hundred acres of land to the Wasatch-Cache, adding family lore to the quilted landscape of the mountains.

Listening to my grandpa’s stories, I felt as though a big sewing needle was sewing my body into the fabric of that basin, that a part of me I hadn’t realized existed was being exposed to the mountain air like the bedrock we stood on. Here was another place that made up the landscape of my grandfather’s family. An exposed outcrop where I was able to glimpse the past, the layers that my family and I are composed of.