By Jennifer Welch It’s difficult to describe exactly what led me to this valley in the first place. I had never been west of the Mississippi prior to making the trip to Colorado in my early twenties. I left the only home I had known with no real plan other than to follow one road after another and see where I ended up. At the time I couldn’t admit it, but in hindsight I can say that I had lost something in that place, something for which I thought I needed to search. So I slept in a sleeping bag…
