A new story from The Hero's Journey for The Daily ZU - read the full story at www.thedailyzu.com. I moved 5 hours from the nearest city, 11 miles from the nearest town (Dolores, pop. 1,500), and one mile from the nearest paved road. Until recently, my nearest neighbor was a ¼ mile away. But noooo, that’s not far enough. In order to meditate properly, I have to go out and get CD’s of Eckhart Tolle and John Kabat Zinn, then drive 2½ hours past the final stoplight down a winding road without proper pavement, where it’s open range and big-assed cattle and where horses browse in the middle of the road. Snowcapped peaks jut just above the Navajo and Wingate sandstone in every direction, but at great distance: Sleeping Ute, the Carrizo, the Abajo, the La Plata. Their frosting a cooling juxtaposition to the violet and ivory cliffs. Through the artist’s colony of...