A sea of different colors and cause flags.  But then those gathering days end.  A world-renowned activist explained.  We were in a five-tree-junction-spot.  Each field trip "out" was deciding (i)who am I now(i).  For some strange reason it had to be that cultural interpreters came from the five different directions and took a respite with us.  A man and a woman, young, standoffish smart, discovered that they'd both grown up Muslim, but found other avenues of spirituality more satisfying.  They didn't agree on much else in the sort of "speed-dating" round of (i)tent together for the night(i)?  The summer was nearing end and we'd picked the brains of people who'd survived other winters in the mountains.  So that was a part of each day thinking about not just the day/one day at a time.