By Laura Van Dusen Twenty minutes from home, heading northwest, the road ends. But it’s not a dead end. If I continue walking I come to a hill of rock, small in comparison to other area formations but larger than any man-made structure in South Park. It feels like the top of the world, and I can see forever. Looking to the northwest, Mount Silverheels dominates the view. In a direct line to the west I see Horseshoe Mountain, and to the south are the Buffalo Peaks, a part of the Collegiate Range, and a bit of Thirty-Nine Mile Mountain. ...