The vista where we camped was one of the most beautiful views and mountain ranges that I've ever seen. We ended up staying longer than we planned. In retrospect, it's not surprising given the raw beauty and peaceful serenity around us.
Cat Morrison, the second place woman in the race, who made it to Durango that day. After we cheered for her and watched her disappear into the distance, I found myself getting choked up, thinking that I would have been in that race if my spine weren't fused and disintregrating.
Later in the day, I saw the bright side again. I realized that, because I wasn't competing, I could stop and smell the bistort (as my friend Barb suggested in a comment). We all have to make choices in life (or have them forced upon us), and the real test is whether we can find good and happiness in our choices.