I took a road trip to Arizona to clear my head. I stayed at Arcosanti for a few days to take photos and wander around the high desert. I thought my time at an experimental utopia would be revelatory, but it wasn’t. The non-obvious turning point came a few days later: I was staying in a small casita in the wine country near Sedona. I saw a middle-aged cowboy on his cell phone walking his alpaca on a leash at dusk. It stopped me in my tracks. I was barefoot in the grass and holding a plate of compost. In the car the next day, half way across the Mojave Desert, I thought, oh my god, that cowboy and that casita have figured something out. It was my Don Draper moment; I needed to get out of the conference room.