in Sisters, OR today. hot, hot, hot. Spent the night at a glacier fed lake
at 6400 feet. It was 98 degrees outside and we were walking on four feet of snow. We swam in a beautiful mineral green lake
surrounded by snowy mountain peaks.
At dusk all the frogs came out and sang us to sleep. . . until we were awoken by some people
in the woods, maybe four or five of them, chanting some song in unison and howling. There were no cars outside which was strange
because it was a forty five minute drive up a dirt road to get there. We spotted their campfire glowing of f the rock walls
of the mountain. We tiptoed very quietly to get nearer to their camp.
At long last Matt let burst out a loud (and surprisingly realistic) coyote howl. Their campfire
immediately dampered. Their voices fell to a whisper.
"Maaaat!," I whispered, "That's not how we make friends!"
