In the middle of Denver’s bajillion-day-in-a-row random rain marathon, there happened to be one beautiful Sunday of sunshine. I leapt out of bed and shouted via text message at my friend B-ry, “Do you SEE, it’s GLORIOUS! Let’s go hiking!” He had been telling me about Mt. Falcon, a little ways outside of Conifer, for a while now and I was anxious about getting some exercise outside and some sun on my pasty cheeks. As much as I love the rain (that really wasn’t sarcastic) too much of it does tend to bum me out, especially when I’ve been hearing from my family on the east coast for weeks about how fabulous the damn beach is right now.