After the Leadville adventure, I was craving more peaks above timberline. It has been a few years since I was a Colorado resident, but Colorado is like that cool friend from high school or college that you don't get to see very often anymore but when you finally do get to see them, it's like you never skipped a beat. The Colorado blue skies and dramatic peaks are unmatched in the lower 48 and as was recently told to me, the most scenic spots in CO are often not on the most technical trails.
So I took advantage of the long 4th of July weekend to explore an area near the western Wyoming and Eastern Idaho border. I had 3 1/2 days to check out the Greys River area, which runs south to north, from Kemmerer, WY to Alpine, WY through the Bridger-Teton Nat'l Forest. I have been wanting to visit the area for awhile now but had to wait for the snow to melt.
I attended a 4th of July BBQ on the 2nd at a friends cabin near Kemmerer and then made my way north to Greys River. After stopping to give some lost AZ residents directions, I found camp for the evening. After a couple of hours in camp, solo, I had my fire going and a little dinner cooking when I started getting an uneasy feeling. Within seconds I heard something moving around in the trees and it didn't sound small. With my headlamp on, I scour the trees as much as possible when I clearly caught an eye reflecting the light. It wasn't close to the ground like a rabbit or squirrel either.
Camping in big game country is often risky and travelling alone adds to that. I adhere closely to the rules of camping in bear country and have several deterants and measures for self defense if necessary. Reminding myself that I'm a guest out here, I opt for dinner in the camper after dousing the fire. It rained a little that evening and whatever was out there, watching me through the trees, if it left prints, they were washed away by the rain. I never found a thing.
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