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Therapeutic roaming on the cheap
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2016

Wind River Range.  My campsite at the
end of a 12 mile hike up the valley:




The 11,000' saddle enroute to climbing
a minor peak:







The climbing route up Long's:




A ledge traversed along the climbing route:




The final portion to the summit:





Uinta Range.  Large herd of sheep at a 12,000' pass:






Later that summer -

With Bart at Sequoia:




Camping with Bart in Oregon:




While I was in the gas station, Bart
went after the remaining mini-donuts
and got his head stuck in the bag:





2017


Wind River Range:







Deep in the Wind River Range:











Also truck camping:











Bart loves the cattle:















With the Talbotts in the Winds:


















Bart and me hiking with Graham:





Graham was working on a wood carving each
evening in camp.  I didn't know what he was 
making until two years later.  He gave
it to me when he was visiting in Minnesota:




























Bart and I are alone, far away from
all people, right on the line
of the total eclipse in Wyoming:






At the last minute, I decided to not bring
this burro and cook along with us on our
San Juans expedition:





Bart is in the center of the photograph:





The distant haze from 
whence we came hiking:




Our 13,000' mountain to climb:




Same mountain.  Bart better wake up.
Lots of climbing to do:




Looking down at the beginning
of another of our climbs:






Hiking over 12,500' Hunchback Pass -

Looking back:






Looking ahead:






This mountain range -- with the Guardian, 
Mt Silex and Storm King Peak as the gateway
to the range -- can be seen only by hiking
many miles into the wilderness area, and if
coming from the north, as we did, by hiking
over a high pass.  It's always like arriving
in Shangri La when they come into view.

I hadn't seen them since 1977:




The route to take over the high saddle:




Our camp in the bushwhacking section:







In the South San Juans, while exploring 
the back country by jeep, we came across
a derelict train station from early in
the previous century:






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