There’s something magical about May.

The snow has mostly melted, the trails are waking up with new life, and down in Southern Utah, the red rocks start calling. For me and my husband, May is Ragnar month — a wild, sweaty, joy-filled trail running weekend near Zion where teams of runners trade sleep for stories, headlamps for high-fives, and solo miles for deep connection.

There’s something about April that feels… fresh.

Maybe it’s the tulips poking through the soil, the longer evenings, or the smell of rain in the air—but I always feel a gentle sense of renewal this time of year. Spring in Utah is messy in the best way—muddy trails, slushy paths, and glimpses of green on the horizon. We’re not quite hiking the mountains yet, but we are dusting off our routines and breathing new energy into everyday life.