A solitary bristlecone pine tree sits atop the white mountains of California as the last rays of light cast onto the landscape. It was quite surreal to be standing up here, all alone sitting beneath the tree just waiting for the light. It was almost as if we were having a conversation the entire time, telling me old tales of the surrounding ancient trees. At one point, realization set in, and I had to remember that I will be long gone before this tree ever comes down. Truly a breathtaking experience (literally and figuratively)!