We got out the bottle of scotch in honor of a good friend, and I sat alone for a while and listened to the wind play through the juniper and over the grass, and thought, "Nash, this a good place. It is close to the sun, so it will be warmer. The wind will play you a tune and I expect there are quail around that will be by on occasion. It is high, wild and lonely and will stay that way. I thought I'd bury you with Aldo, Dawn and Kaleigh back home where the grouse would drum in the woods beside your grave. But you got your own special place. Thanks pal. I'll remember you well when the Juneberry is in bloom and a grouse is drumming."