It’s rare when I’m not within a mile-radius of a mocha latte. This dawned on me as I hiked up the final switchback of trail that had taken me far, far away from the nearest Starbucks. As I reached the top, ready to savor the sweeping vistas and crisp air, a guilty thought flickered through me: Boy, it’s too bad I can’t get a mocha latte up here.

Unfortunately, it’s tough to get a quality cuppa joe when after you leave civilization behind.