It is my day off, but for the rest of my family, it is a workday and a school day. They are gone by the time I wake up. I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and pack it in my backpack. I get on my motorcycle and ride for two hours up dirt roads out into the mountains. I find a quiet spot that looks out over some canyons, and I make a small campfire. I make some tea—green mint tea, and throw some pine needles into the hot water. When it is done, I walk over to the edge of the canyon, my little tin cup steaming with the smell of mint and pine. I sit down with my back against an ancient
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