After two days of pounding rain atop Utah's Boulder Mountain, I awoke at 2:30 in the morning to see clear skies above me and the milky way glowing in the west. Mist was curling across the surface of the lake, and there was frost on the tips of the grass. Truly a magical time to be awake.
This little pine has seen more and endured more than we'll ever know. I admire its tenacity, and covet the beauty that it witnesses.
