“What are men to rocks and mountains?”

I had the opportunity this evening to go hiking in Sundance with a group of my favorite guy friends (I turned out serendipitously to be the only female representation; I hope they all felt privileged). I don’t know what it is about being out in nature and breathing the fresh air of the mountains that is so beneficial. It’s different from running, although I’m not sure particularly how in this context. Anyway, to paraphrase my friend John, my body really loved me for it. It was like I was reminding myself that I’m still alive. I’m pretty sure, though, that the combination of men AND rocks AND mountains made the whole trip worthwhile. It’s good to have good friends, eh?