Horse bits strewn, bones and hair. A skull, a jaw, a tail, etc. scattered along the east bank of Black Bear Lake. The blood crusted in the dirt, entrails long digested. They pack you in; you blow them up. One stick of dynamite carefully placed, carefully lit. Light it up and equestrians be gone...running on foot. Bobcat tracks in the mud flats, Great Horn calls through the lodgepoles, sleeping by the coals under the icy milky way. The mule deer were on edge as the hunters gathered around their illegal backcountry fires. We lugged our synthetic fabrics, petroleum products, and processed food into the wilderness, leaving Our white Jeep Cherokee (Forest Service Vehicle # 4433) at Leavitt Lake. East of the crest, glacier blue lakes dotted the gray, pink, and white painted rocks: sandstone, basalt, and
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