December 21, 2007 was the last day Mike was in Nepal. That morning he and I boarded a Buddha Airlines flight from Pokhara to Kathmandu on our way home to Minnesota. I sat in the seat behind Mike as we both looked out at the Himalayas to the north and the foothills below us. I was very conscious that this might be his last view of a country he loved so much, and I thought he must be aware of that too. I imagined him as a young man walking on trails such as we could then see so plainly, visiting the roadless villages, talking with people he met. On the flight he was silent; whatever he felt I could only imagine.