Hiking through the lush, peaceful woods, the sunshine peaks through the branches and warms my head and shoulders. The trail, covered with fallen fir needles and aspen leaves, twists and turns. I around the turn and there it is. Standing boldly on the edge of the trail amongst many types of flora and fauna, the sight stops me in my tracks. Reverently, I raise my sight to it’s ragged, broken top silhouetted against the bright blue sky. This is the story of the old Patriarch.