Nez Perce Pass

Or it had been here first, and the first sight had been behind me the whole time I put my phone in my pocket and kept walking.

The ridge above Nez Perce Pass was exposed granite and dry grass, maybe 200 feet above the tree line, and I'd climbed it for the signal rather than the view.

My phone showed one bar, sometimes two.

I stood with my back to the wind and called Sophia.