Crunch. Crunch. Crunch is all I hear. The crunch of the wet gravel under my feet has replaced the sound of ice and snow that met me here on the trails of Rocky Mountain National Park only 10 short weeks ago. Secluded from the crowds, my friends and I complete one on my last hikes for my summer here in Estes Park and I take a moment to appreciate their company and savor the last days I get to spend with them here. If you would have questioned my in June, I was moving out here and that was final. As time has worn on, I still want to move out here but realize that in all I just do not want the summer to end. The friends I have formed here are ever-lasting although the summer will not be. Once I leave here, everything will change; Mike and Amanda will set forth on their adventure to Latin America for the Peace Corps, the weather will transform into blistering cold, and the summer hikes will be blanketed in snow that will discourage even the most avid hiker from venturing out. Change. It is never easy especially if it is done right. It is inevitable. All we can do is memorialize our time that we have spent together and hope we do it the right way the first time.