Big Red chews freshness that goes on and on. The mountains, trees, and the countryside all beg for us to slow, but the tune on the dial, the twinge in my back, and the voice in my head demand I drive faster. On the other side of that range there's a little place waiting beneath a starry sky and so I, heavy of lid and foot, pound onward through snow and alpenglow. The Parker Ranger exacts his toll but then it's Okay Go, up the spine of the Monarch to the midnight show. "How was the drive?" they'll ask, and she'll look at me and laugh. She can keep a secret.