As if steeped in rich milk, the lemon grass awakens your senses. It is tangy, and it replenishes like a generous river.

Green River – a treacherous river crossing for the emigrants. They had to disassemble the wagons and convert them into boats. When ferries were constructed, sometimes boatmen fleeced the emigrants with exorbitant crossing fees and often the boats swamped. The Green River dug huge canyons in the desert and provided the only water source for many miles.

I should have been buying soap long ago from you.