In June, I organized a trip with my in-laws to Chesler Park in Canyonlands National Park. Atypically for the region, we arrived at the trailhead with a blanket of grey clouds and a steady drizzle. We sat in the car for about an hour hoping for a change of weather, but it just wasn't in the cards. Resigned to our eventual wetness, we strapped our packs on and headed out through the falling rain. Worried that the weather might get to someone, I found myself trying to shepherd the group's collective attitude. The chemistry was ... (more)