Wyoming's Canyon Country
John Holt
Dreams can vanish quickly in life. I thought that I would be enjoying a few
days fishing in the high country of central Wyoming for browns and rainbows.
Instead, I was hunkered down in my tent while rough winds blasted across
this rocky plateau. Rain, sleet, then snow, knocked visibility down to near zero.
I could not see my Suburban parked only 100 yards away. And earlier, on the climb
up this way, some ancient petroglyphs I had been in search of for years, turned out t
o be ruined, destroyed by mindless graffiti and carelessly placed campfires.
And moments earlier, a mean gust had swept my little grill clattering across the
stone and over the 1,000-foot cliff edge. Life was a bit ugly right now and I wandered
back to memories of a warmer, more pleasant but still slightly crazy time …
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