Mile 46 on the Pacific Crest Trail. Standing at Foster Point, I witnessed my first true vista in the West. An endless expanse that stopped my heart mid-beat, dropped me to my knees and made tears flow effortlessly. In that suspended moment, with the world sprawling beneath me in magnificent defiance of everything small I’d ever known, I felt the old version of myself crack open and fall away. This was the instant everything changed, and I knew that there would be no going back to the person I was before.