Through a combination of unfortunate timing, unexpected workload, and laziness, I’m writing this column in the midst of a rare vacation, as I look out on the eastern front of the Rocky Mountains in late fall. I’m using a borrowed laptop (thanks Chris) in a land unencumbered by WiFi, and I’m hoping to find a GPRS signal strong enough to send it to Rik, my editor, before the deadline, which is today I think, or maybe tomorrow.
Although we’ve arrived only a few weeks later in the year than usual, everything is different here in my favorite place in the world: the air colder, the animals edgier, the light and foliage more dramatic. When we manage to make it up here, we expect to be snowed on at least once or twice, but this time we’ve been either rained, iced, or snowed on every day. This has only accentuated our hiking, affording us some privacy on the trails, increasing the contrast of our photos, and giving our supposedly waterproof boots an opportunity to prove their worth.
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