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Therapeutic roaming on the cheap


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:


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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