As the sun rose in the distance we followed our guide, our friend, up the mountain. This is hike she has done thousands of times. She shares the beauty of the land with others. And despite my struggles with the hike, today, this city kid is grateful. We supported each other on the trek. We talked about our childhoods…our personal struggles and the demons we fight. We were open and brutally honest. We let down our guards. Maybe there was something in the fog the blanketed the mountain. Maybe we were making our lasting dying confessions as the hike bested us. Or maybe we just wanted to understand what makes us tick….that special thing inside….the roots of our passion and commitment. One thing for sure, on that mountain…we became friends.