It was my first ever visit to Red Butte Garden, more than 100 acres of botanical and hiking bliss along the foothills of the Wasatch Mountains that provide the eastern boundaries of Salt Lake City.
I know. First visit for me, courtesy of my son, Rob, to a glimpse -- and long one -- of earthly paradise.
Yes, I repeat with chagrin, my first visit, and I've been in Utah since 1982, when my journalistic career brought me first to the Salt Lake City Bureau of the Associated Press, and later The Salt Lake Tribune.
Now 71, and retired, I finally made it.
Thanks, son.
