Duck Creek Village, Utah - To me its an escape from everything Vegas. No lights, no noise, everything real and wild, nothing fake. It is like a breath of fresh air. The Aspens are my favorite tree, each leaf tossing with the slightest wind. They grow in families sporadically amongst the more serious and practical needle trees. Everything smells of dirt and grass and rock and sap. The common means of transportation the ATV fills your lungs with dust and air and fresh pine scent. It makes everything dirty, everything authentic. On this particular trip I was walking in the woods and a huge stag out of nowhere bounded past me leaping six feet high and landing with barley a sound. It was me that was a visitor, out of place,  in the wild,  not him.