The cushy beds in the tent trailer in Convict Lake’s campground claimed my son-in-law and grandson as I rose alone at early dawn to entice the trout in the creek. Yes, I caught a few. But better than the rainbows was the reminder of God’s patience. Mountain mornings bring a freshness unique to them. I enjoy the newness as I ride my Honda to work most mornings, but being immersed in God’s world makes it more vivid, more encompassing, more ...