There is an allure to the mountains. A siren call that draws us to gaze up at their towering magnificence with desire. The Adirondacks, the Appalachians, the Rockies…just saying the names of these majestic ranges sparks something within us all. We wish to climb them, to explore them, to immerse ourselves in their rugged beauty
I thought I’d trained and prepared enough for this hunt. I was very wrong. Like many outdoorsmen, I’ve long entertained aspirations of hunting big game—elk, bear, sheep—in the mountainous backcountry. I envisioned loading up my pack with a week’s worth of supplies, grabbing my rifle, and setting out into the depths of the wilds with
There’s something mystical about mountains. Formed from the very pulse of the earth over millions of years, these great towers of rock standing snow-capped against the horizon have drawn man’s gaze since time immemorial. We find a natural impulse to climb them, to explore them, to test ourselves by facing them, finding our way to
