Driving up Ashton Hill awakens in me that feeling of being ”whole”, nurtured by God’s creations. I imagine the delicate leaves of the quaking aspens applauding life as the sun warms the morning. I feel the nurturing boughs of the tall pines enfolding me, whispering, “Isn’t life a blessing!” I love, love, love the mountains of Idaho and the Aspens of Island Park.