As I write this account of the hike, the world is about to move into the uncertainty of a Trump presidency. To be honest, I am happy that Trump won. America needs a wake up call if we hope to survive this century. America needs to feel a fever so powerful that it thrashes about in a sweaty nightmare, which frightens us all to our core. We cannot live upon childish dreams of flowers and rainbows. We need to watch our horizons bleed from cuts induced by the repetitive lashes of a tyrannical narcissistic beast. We need to have clouded dreams.