Sunday morning, I eventually ended up in Silverado Canyon. I write “eventually,” because I first found myself parked in a lot up Ortega Highway. I was sitting in my truck before the sun came up, waiting for the rain to stop. It didn’t stop, so I drove home. The best thing is, I was running up Maple Springs much later that morning. The weather was cool, almost cold, the skies were big and beautiful. I ran to Modjeska Peak, a peak I have neglected far too long all because I wanted the bigger cookie, Santiago Peak. Modjeska Peak was delightful. It was quiet, and it was lonely. It was so well-worth a climb.