" HIGH CAMP AT DUSK "
Robert Bateman

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" We had been riding steadily upward for three days.  Our top camp was a beaver
meadow - a lush, natural pasture grown up on the silt deposited behind a long
forgotten beaver dam.  It was the peak of a high country summer, resplendent
with flowers of many kinds.

The trip had been done in the old-fashioned way with the rancher, his wife and
two wranglers. We had 21 horses in our string. The equipment was time-tested
and non-plastic even to the cotton duck tipi-shaped tents. It was like an old
cowboy movie with clear rivers, waterfalls, flowery meadows,
sweet-scented forests and snowy peaks.

In the evening the wranglers spread out the horses across the meadow and
tethered them for the night. Stillness and peace descended like the dew.
We quietly swapped stories around the campfire. In the thicket a twig snapped.
Perhaps the wild animals of the high valley were watching us." 
Robert Bateman

  

- High Camp at Dusk -

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