I had this soup the last day of my Yellowstone trip. I specifically chose the last week of August. My birthday and 4 years on Aug 23 since Tony died.  Last summer in the middle of the desert my friend and I shared about all the good things. Mountains, family, adventures, cabins, fires, and friends... For a moment I thought we might share these things. And we shared soup. Honestly, it was just an inspiration to go. The last time I went to Yellowstone I was maybe 10 and my mom took us on this long cross country road trip.  I now realize she was grieving. I wanted to see it as an adult and process a little grief myself.  My heart is slowly healing from this complicated mess I call my life. It was so so good. I am grateful.