By Jenny Willden
It’s a place where doors are left unlocked and strangers say 'howdy' as you walk by. Horses are the primary mode of transportation, and people gather for dinner at the sound of a bell. The hum of electronics is absent, replaced by the sound of a creek outside one's window.
By Rachael Hodson
Visiting Cache Valley is in some ways like coming home. Although I’ve never lived here, gone to school here, or spent more than a few days here, my roots are firmly planted in Logan’s rich soil. My ancestors helped settle the area, and as a child I heard stories from my grandfather about his antics growing up in Providence. Utah State University educated a lovely woman I call “mother,” and this is the place of my beginning on this earth. So over the years, Logan has drawn me in time and time again.