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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