Last night...nearly three hours of riding after dark. This afternoon and evening...just under five hours of riding on the Pugsley. The wolves revealed their presence with their lonesome eerie howls. I really don't have any words right now to describe it, only photos. I'm tired, hungry, and thirsty for a cold beer.Anyone for venison?
These experiences only fuel my desire to live in a wild and beautiful place. I guess the only way this could get better would be to live out in the woods where I could do this everyday. It's time to settle in and read Jack London's "In a Far Country" and "To Build a Fire". After all... it is that time of year.