Bob Marshall Wilderness

Over the Rocky Mountains through big stands of timber, and over high meadows off in the distance speckled with grazing elk. Along the front range, like a moonscape from another world. Big, wide open sky to the east - a sea of grass marching up to the backbone of the continent.

Little forgotten cow towns that feel like another time and our road into the Bob Marshall Wilderness. Past big ranches, and rolling hills of grass - sometimes with a mule deer or coyote off in the distance. The road bounces and rolls, and eventually ends. We are camping here for the night. Tomorrow we begin an 8 day hike into "the Bob".