When I left the park yesterday the Junction Buttes had traveled south, out of sight and the Prospect Peak were still bedded close by. I wondered what would happen during…
Another day sitting and watching a dead bison. Breathing in the wondrous smells of death and rot. Fingers and toes numb from cold, standing in snow, dodging rednecks pulling snowmobiles…
Last evening, despite my best intentions, I once again ended up in Soda Butte Valley looking for the Lamar Canyons. I was curious if they were still in their new…
