There is nothing I'd like more right now than to be back in this moment, back in August on Little Redfish Lake. It was the second morning of our trip and I got up just before sunrise and climbed into my kayak and paddled out to the center of the lake. I turned around to the east and closed my eyes. As the sun rose, the warm end-of-summer light inched up my face. A few minutes after the sun cleared the trees at the edge of the lake, I turned around to the west to stare at the Sawtooths. And that was the general theme for the week: Stare at the Sawtooths. It was impossible not to.