Thirty-five years ago, after an elk-filled (but no elk on the ground) weekend of archery hunting, I was waiting to go to a college class early in the week when I thought, “What am I doing here?” Instead of going to class, I returned home, packed my pack, and hiked into this meadow to spend the rest of the week. It was a trip I will never forget. Lots of close calls but no elk were harmed.
A few weeks ago, my brother, a friend, and I returned to the meadow during a trip to spread my best friend’s ashes. It was another trip I will never forget.