San Juan Jon: Wind River Thunder
by Jon Lovekin
Happily exhausted, we lay down in the back of the truck with the Muz (our dog) snuggled between us. The night was cool, going on to cold. We had eaten our supper while trying to absorb the view to the west. It was as if Yosemite had collided with Rocky Mountain National Park and dumped out all the tourists along the way. The only crowds here were the swarms of mosquitoes trying to find a drilling point on what little flesh we still had exposed.