Been a month since we were trekking the Stough Basin of the Winds, having rolled the dice and hit the weather jack-pot. Finding new lakes, rarely if ever fished. Catching fish till we're silly and pondering a rise in a sterile looking lake and then later, the big tail splash rise seen only by Pablo. Exulting in hot, cold, wind, rain, sleet- repeat, and scrambling to rock shelter under blackening skies only to moments later peak out to bright sun. Seeing one lone hiker in five days. Welcoming a four point muley into our evening camp. Spending a morning unable to walk but finally busting it out a day early, in record time, in the mind numbing pain of a cut foot because going was easier than stopping.Winter is baring down on us. Expeditions now only in memory or scratching their way on to 2015 calendars. Everybody dreams, but only a few live those dreams- life is good men, dream on.
