I’ve had a lot happen in the last six months, most of which I haven’t found the right words to describe. One thing I can speak to is my trip to Yosemite National Park in September. We got permits to hike Half Dome, and it was an incredibly painful and scary experience. We left well before dawn. My headlight burned out just as the sun thought about rising. Storm clouds loomed at the top, so I rushed the ascent and the descent soon after I felt a drop on my lip. A deer family crossed our path. My feet burned with eight miles to go. It was a painfully long hike, but the landscape was my salve.