The Wind River Mountains. The Winds. Have you seen them from a distance? Have you ever wanted to hike into their depths? Those craggy peaks hold a lot of mystery from the little they give up from a long distance. We had to go. So we drove across Oregon, Idaho and part of Wyoming. We arrived to snow squalls in September, and so we held off on the edge waiting to go in.
In case you missed the news, 1 million acres of Oregon caught on fire starting on Memorial day. We were out of the smoke for the first few days as it drifted west, but then the flow switched back to the normal westerly flow and we were soon experiencing the worst air quality in the world. Yes, the world. So after a week of being stuck inside it was time to get out of town…
Oh the Dog Days of summer. At this point I suppose they have come and gone, this being the first day of meteorological fall. But, I digress, back to the dog days. Those days in summer commonly associated with the hottest days of the year, but more precisely those days corresponding to the dog stars (namely Sirius) rising in the southern sky with dawn. We hiked our way through several weekends up to high mountain…