South Brush Creek, Snowy Range, Wyoming At first it looked like a dead animal - a brownish, furry lump in the middle of the dirt 320. The wind blew and late morning sun peeked in and out of an active sky. Through a dirty windshield it was tough to make out. As the car slowly rolled closer, the profile of a small head emerged from the fur, then turned a few times trying to get [...]
Sometimes when visiting a new place surrounded by such emptiness there's a mild reservation about leaving the imagined security of whatever semblance of civilization there is - and striking alone into the void. With minimal maps and no idea what really lay out there I check the fuel gauge and tires, listen to the car carefully for any indication of malfunction and make sure a little food and water are close at hand.