Things can change in a hurry. Instead of hiking in the deserts of Arizona, I am now snowshoeing in the mountains of Colorado. After being released from an overnight visit to a Tucson hospital where I was treated for dehydration and the early stages of starvation, Stephen and I discuss and reevaluate my winter plans. We have plenty of time to brainstorm options during the long, two-day drive from Arizona to Dallas, Texas. Stephen suggests I visit our twenty-year-old-son, Nathan, in Gunnison, Colorado where he is renting a cabin for the winter while he takes an EMT course and works as a lift operator at Crested Butte ski resort. So, after spending a week at home in Dallas washing laundry, recovering from a stomach virus, and repacking the car, I am continuing my quest to experience and learn about all the national park sites in the U.S. Only now I’m wearing snowshoes instead of hiking boots.