||"I LIFT UP MY EYES TO THE HILLS" Coming down the highway and over Hilltop, I see the wide expanse of Sanpete Valley spreading out before me-- clean, white, snow-covered, cerulean blue above. My memory reaches back to a long, long time ago when I first rode down this hill. It was June, and I had never seen such green, valley and mountain. It seemed that all the freshness in the earth washed over me, lifting my spirits. I felt then, as now, with gratitude, that God is truly here. I let my mind play farther back-beyond memory- to those who came in much less comfort, in crude wagons, wheels slipping over rocks and ruts, sliding through mud, carrying every impulse to riders on hard seats. Every turn of those determined wheels must have brought questions mixed with fear- What will life be like in this strange place? Can we endure? But as the riders raised their eyes and saw the valleys and the hill. there was the same fresh green taht I first saw. They smelled the same sweet air perfumed with juniper and sage. I'm sure they had the same quick thought, that God is here! They've come, students and teachers, for this one hundred years. Young minds keen for learning, older ones sharing wisdom. Warm hearts, eager for friendship and for love, the Wasatch family-born a hundred years ago- together still. Katy Hansen Printed by permission of the author.