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Monthly Archives: February 2015

A lifetime spent tramping the hills of New England on rocks and boulders that tend to stay put when stepped on left me unprepared for the loose jumbles of stone that had sloughed of the peaks and ridges, or marked a glaciers furthest advancement, in the Wind River Range. Like Mike Turner in the attached story I was crossing a rock slide nearby to the Brown Cliffs when a flat-topped, table sized boulder I’d happily hopped onto tipped and slid a few feet, accompanied by a rumbling sound throughout the surrounding area as other boulders also shifted. With several hundred yards of slide still to cross… and with a whole new perspective on doing so… made for an interesting, if nervous, next hour.