Driving through the mountains listening to Ben Howard.
A cold beer.
The sound of magpie's laughing and playing in the distance.
A warm campfire on a cool fall night.
The feeling of dust stuck in your hair from traveling up a gravel road.
Walking through the aspens.
The smell of warm pine.
Finding rocks all shapes and colors and stuffing them into your pockets to remind you of where you've been.
Dirty sleeping bags.
How warm the sun feels on your face and the freckles that remain long after the sun has gone.
Watching caddis hatch and float up high into the pines.
Sore legs, because they've carried you to wondrous places.
Cold mountain water, clear as gin.
And cutthroat, cutthroat are definitely happiness.