I consider patience to be among my core characteristics. To this day, my mom will brag to family, friends and strangers about how still and quiet I used to be at the hairdresser while she would get her perm, as if this is the crowning achievement of my nearly four decades on Earth.

While this trait is still present in my adult life, I learned after moving to New Mexico that my patience wears thin at high altitude.

Following a winter roaming canyons and deserts, my lungs long for the mountain air as spring advances. The heat at lower elevations drives me to the cooler temperatures above, and during my first couple of springs here, I found myself plodding through snow as I attempted to reach alpine lakes well before the buried trails would be visible.