It was mid-day at 8,500 feet amidst the Ponderosa and Oak scrub of Top of the Pines (TOP) Preserve outside Ridgway, CO. The grasses, dried and aromatic, reminded me of chaparral.
Luckily, I had been sitting contently in the shade for a good length of time. I couldn’t tell you how long. At the beginning of my weekend my watch was packed away; along with all my other electronics.
My goal was to sit, l…