
Dear Friends:
The waning crescent moon hangs low over the peaks when Kerry and I reach the trailhead. The headlamps of early hikers spiral up the mountain above us.
The earth rotating into the dawn pulls a gentle breeze across the desert from the west. The wind is a good thing because it is already warm as we start up the trail.
Kerry is my close friend and colleague of many years. We are in Phoenix at a business conference. Yesterday, I went to the hotel gym and he took a long walk along a canal bank.
He told me he would like to hike up the mountain. I said I had been there before and would like to join him. It’s a popular trail. Even in the pre-dawn darkness, we have a hard time finding a parking place. Read more


