It was approximately three weeks before my father passed away from cancer when we received the first prepublished copy of this book. We were working hard to finish it; we both knew we were running out of time.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. We were at the Snowbird Ski Resort, his favorite place on the earth, where he spent as much time as possible. He loved nature; he called it God’s medicine. We were sitting on his balcony at 8,100 feet looking up at the mountains. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The sun was just west of the mountain peaks and there was a slight breeze that made the aspen tree leaves flicker back and forth. It was beautiful.
Suddenly we got a call from the front desk. “Trapper, your package has arrived.” ...