Hiking in the high Uintas this July: Mountain lakes. Backpacking in a downpour. Watching the sparks fly up in ribbons from a massive fire built on rock. Not sleeping the first night because there might be bears. And the ground is just so hard. Falling asleep the second night the instant we hit the therma-rests because we are just so tired. Freeze-dried food Zero time wasted on face and hair. A mountain silence bigger than space. A million flowers. A billion mosquitoes. Lying on our backs on a rock slab watching layers of cloud barely overhead. Sunset silhouettes. Life stripped down to the simple. We have our peace to carry back home. Time to get back to work.