Due to severe illness, I need to stay close to home; however, dreaming is allowed. In my imagination, I’m driving to Utah. Bryce’s magnificent red rock mixed with yellow and brownish stone canyon invite me to pluck a piece like a tasty morsel. “How’s that?” you ask. Brown fragments of the rock wall look like chocolate. I check into a log cabin within the National Park, unpack, then go to the lodge for a cup of tea and one of their delicious scones. Followed by my return to the cabin, I take a warm rest under the cozy patchwork quilt.