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One drizzly summer day, my friend and I hiked a lovely and lonely trail in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah. The only person we ran into on the way down was an old man still spritely making his way up. We stopped to talk—always eager to share and learn tips of the trail.

“Have you heard of arborglyphs,” he asked us.

We shook our head no. He proceeded to give us a brief lesson in one of the most interesting bits of history I’ve learned about the mountains and very vague instructions on where to find one.