I’d spent a few days in Wyoming by the time I saw the Wind River Range closeup. I had that week and the week before to acclimate to altitude by then. Still, I could feel the effects of the altitude and the low-density air with any moderate movement. Thinking of the week ahead (heavy pack, thirty miles through the wilderness, etc.), I couldn’t help but wonder if I would make the roundtrip . . .
I arrived a day early, on 3 July, at our planned starting point, along the Green River, outside of the “official” paid campsite that fronted the trailhead into the Wind River Range. I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of bugs: mosquitos, biting flies, horseflies, and any number of other bugs that wanted a piece of Kula (my Golden Retriever) and me. I didn’t have bug spray; never had an issue with mosquitos, really. I did try to fish but that was nearly impossible with so many things opting for space on any of my exposed appendages. It was insane! At any given time, Kula had at least a dozen mosquitos on her snout! Continue reading Squaretop