On my way through Colorado on my way back to Minnesota during my vision quest through America, I was stopped by a cattle herd moving down a mountain highway. As I threaded my way at a crawl through the herd, I rolled down my window and called to one of the ranchers on horseback.
"Sorry for the congestion, sir," he said, "but we gotta move 'em."
I laughed. "No worries, cowboy. This is what I drove 6,000 miles to see. This moment, right now."
He smiled, tipped his hat, and cantered on through the herd.
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