Dear to the Heart of the Shepherd

When I was engaged to be married, I was first introduced to off-road recreation by my soon-to-be in-laws. In Utah, we called it four wheeling. In my fiancé’s family they called it “quadding”. Whatever you want to call it, I had no clue what I was doing. But, to not deter my bride-to-be, I donned my heroic, daredevil mask and strived to exude a strong air of confidence as I jumped behind the wheel