On April 24, 2018, I emerged from a daring 12-day expedition in the wilderness of the Grand Canyon with a concussion, two shiners, and two twisted ankles. In a call to my dear friend Enid, I humbly told her, “After pulling this off, I think I could run a small country,” to which she replied: “Why not a big one?” Four years earlier, new to living in the United States, I had decided to explore something majestic in my new country.