I was headed home from Cody, Wyoming, after a long backpacking trip in the Shoshone National Forest, where a buddy of mine and I had watched bighorn rams at 12,000 feet. We saw 30 along with 40 head of bull elk grazing the alpine meadows in the company of grizzly bears that were oblivious to both us and the elk. It had been a spectacular trip, with good cool-to-cold weather up high. But now, along Interstate 90 through southern Montana, during the last days of July, it was just less than a hundred degrees. My air conditioning doesn’t work (how often do you need air conditioning in Montana?), and feeling the wind coming through the windows was like sitting in a lumber kiln.
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