A few months ago, on a Tuesday morning, a man went out alone on a routine run into the New Mexico wilderness.  When he didn’t come back, his friends grew worried.  Rescue teams were sent out in search of him and he was found Saturday night, leaning against some rocks next to a creek, his arms resting on his chest.  Micah True had gone for his last run and died doing what he loved.  After his death was confirmed, the articles started pouring onto the web.  Articles that could do a much better job at telling the story.  Articles about how he died, but more importantly, how he lived.  One word that I noticed got used in each article I read was “authentic”.  It stuck with me.  Caballo Blanco was known by his friends as authentic.  And I thought: “Wow.  What a wonderful thing to be known/remembered as.”

What…