After the OR Summer Market in Salt Lake City, my family and I slipped away into the mountains of Wyoming. I grew up spending half the year in the Wind River Range outside of Pinedale. It was here where I learned how to climb rocks, ride, pack, and shoe horses, backpack, run rivers, and live outdoors in all conditions, often without much of anything.
This spot in particular where we went, I’ve spent over one hundred days of my life camping there, and it’s called…
(Well, heck: It’s off the trail, and not marked on any map. I know what it’s called, anyway. Just ask and maybe I’ll tell you, but prolly not.)
