I crossed yet another ridge, passing a fallen ski boundary sign. Storms of emotion washed over me as I traversed shrubby, green slopes. One minute I was elated, the next I was sobbing. I missed life off the trail. I wanted to lay down and sleep my fill. The up and down feelings that came and went daily seemed to have no real triggers, though chronic sleep deprivation was likely the root cause. I yearned for sleep even more than for food. Yet, I was enraptured by the rolling beauty around me. Birdsong and babbling springs were the only music I desired. Every sunset and sunrise held a special
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