Tens of thousands of Wyoming residents relish long days in the mountains every fall, a prime time of year for hiking, hunting and — when everything lines up — the harvest of wild game.
I’ll fess up to being one of them. My cousin snapped this photo of my backside, a marvelous view and the butt of a mostly cloud-covered rainbow, as we descended a mountainside last weekend in one of my favorite reaches of Wyoming: the Hoback Basin.
As a small storm rolled over that evening, we took shelter under a tree and watched as one doe deer after another revealed herself. But as the hour got late, we hiked out empty handed of our primary quarry, mule deer and blue grouse.
No matter. The rain clouds made for a lovely sunset. And I can’t wait until I get to go back and try again.
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