Can you spot her daydreaming on a rock above infinite layered descending peaks in the Andes? We had arrived to camp as the redest sun I'd ever seen set into blackness, all of us sucking air as we pushed mountain bikes and carried tents up at 13,000 feet. One step, breath deeply, pause, next step, deep breath, wait. The next morning we lay out on rocks and watched sunrise sweep across to the horizon, before our ridiculous multi-day misadventure lost with punctured bike tires deep in the folds of the mountain range. Awful, wonderful, cherished times.