What you can’t see: the small forest fringe village behind me. The wild black cardamom plants. The Eastern Himalayan tea-terraced slopes before me. A village woman making us tea. The ATREE research assistant. The Jeep that brought us here from Darjeeling along precipice mud roads to learn about Conservation and Livelihood Security. My mother asking for a few seed pods to bring back home. I took her with me. My first adult trip to India in 2003 as a tenured professor.