Last week, we visited some of the darkest skies in Colorado. I listened as a bull chuffed at me, the coyote yipped and far in the distance the elk bugled into the night. It was a celebration of the sky. It’s those sort of experiences that draw me outside. We forget a lot of the time that we belong out there tracking the day and night, living with the season’s of life, remaining open to opportunity. The sky reminds me why I’m human…so I can actually enjoy it all. It’s a journey. This sky was a highlight.