End of the line
“I think we’re almost there,” I say with a nod at some outcrops. “Those rocks look familiar.” Increasing aspens and skunk grass are also like the campsite I remember.
A minute later, the road disappears at a wall of brush. Sporadic ATV tracks continue but even they had to push through brush. We scout ahead on foot to see if breaking a few branches might get us through. Not this time.