I followed Abraham into Yellowstone backcountry and up the valleys to Mt. Holmes summit.
At one point in our three-day hike, I stopped to readjust my bag when a quarter fell from my pocket. It hit the ground eagle side up and I stared at the metallic shine, the plastic symmetry of this foreign object against the surrounding mountains. The coin seemed unnatural. Its presence intrusive, almost offensive.
Earlier that morning Abraham had said ‘the mind is a tool we use to make sense of the chaos we face in the natural world. We try to impose order on nature, but order is imaginary and exists only in our minds.’
Money is one of those imaginary orders we impose on the world. I put the coin back in my pocket and continued down the trail.