Ever since I first discovered the red rocks in the Valley, I always pondered their purpose of being there.

This past week, I had to return to National Jewish hospital to undergo SIBO (AKA gut bacteria overgrowth) testing, in hopes that it was what’s been giving me so much trouble for the better part of a decade.

Last night, I tossed and turned in my sleep, worrying about today’s doctor’s appointment.

Unlike over the weekend, I was alone in the Valley this morning.

It was a hot, still morning when my great uncle Courtney and I arrived at the gun range.