I’ve fancied a certain type of wandering lately—to grab my pack and boots and walk the lines of Utah’s political border —a trail made not of dirt and stone, but of imaginary lines of latitude and longitude . But, as of yet, I haven’t found the time o r resources to do so beyond my own imagination and the 3 or 4 minutes I have with you now. Come j oin me in a stroll around Utah, at least the way I’ve imagined it.