The sun’s welcome front was advancing, spilling into each successive crack in the dry lake bed until it reached Aaron, still cinched up in his sleeping bag. This was the dawning of day two in the Mojave Desert. Sixteen years ago Aaron had a motocross accident that left him paralyzed, never again would he experience adventure other than from the seat of a power wheelchair. The doctor’s said he had a one-in-a-million chance of ever feeding himself again let alone walking. Yet here he was, eyes squinting away sleep, and a pair of walking boots sitting neatly at the foot of his cot. “I slept so good!” he said stretching. “I only got up once to pee in the night, and I saw an awesome shooting star.”