The primordial urge to climb a mountain that stands in front of you. Just to see what’s up there, what it’s like up there.
The little kids trudging home from the school bus through snow in Naches, Washington.
The knives and swords for sale at the truck stop in Mission, Oregon, large and plentiful even by truck stop standards.
The beautiful mountain pass we tried to take to Seattle in order to avoid bad conditions on I-90, which we discovered to be closed after 40 miles of following it (and, thankfully, 40 miles of enjoying the gorgeous trees that line it).
The friendly clerk at Whistlin’ Jack’s gas station who gave us advice to bypass the pass.