Hoping to restore his spirits after many sleepless nights taking care of sick children, Post blogger Keith Hemstreet left the comforts of his warm bed early one morning in search of nirvana. “By mid-week my brain was tweaked,” writes Hemstreet. “Early one morning, after rocking my youngest daughter back to sleep, I laid awake, analyzing my life in a million and one ways. The sleep deprived mind works to dredge horrors and fears from the depths of your subconscious, illuminating them in a cataclysmic light. This is not healthy, I thought. I will drive myself crazy. I have to get out of here. I rolled over and whispered to my wife. “I’m going to watch the sunrise at Maroon Bells.”