This morning I climbed up a mountain and then back down again, 11 miles round trip, all for one little bird–the Colima Warbler. Many birdwatchers have called this hike, “The Death March”. For someone who quit a fifteen year smoking habit little more than a year ago, I think I kicked ass. I was told by my hiking partner that I was far more pleasant and complained less than he was anticipating, so I count that as a compliment. Oh, and we found the warbler!