I grab a blanket and settle down. I start to imagine what this week could be like as I listen to the early morning bugle of bull elk, my lullaby for the rest of the week. The cabin is not ours, but a generous friends. As soon as we unload, it s off to town for my tag, and a few things we have decided we forgot to pack. It is extremely dry here.
Dust is a fine powder two inches thick on the road and all the trails.
It just aggravates our already extremely dry noses. We each have bloody noses at least once a day. I am concerned for the whole state of Colorado. It s just a tinder box waiting. I am glad we are not camping this time, I would be too afraid to use a fire to cook.