Tired and sweaty as we got, there was no growing weary of the Utah landscape. It was truly otherworldly watching dune after dune rise up over a shallow horizon. We eventually reached a jagged cliff of red stone and tenacious shrubs, with sand spilling down toward the valley below. We followed the edge of Sand Hollow until it seemed we couldn’t go much farther, perched on a round bulb of Martian rock looking out over the sunset and what felt like most of the Southwest. Even though we still had to get back to camp, load the bikes, sleep, and ride back to California, the trip felt complete. We had summited the mountain, reached the pinnacle. Sure, we still had to go back down, but this is what we would remember.