September Surprises
IT WAS the third Friday of September. Bill and I had plans to pack into elk camp the next day. After a morning of scrambling around and packing gear, analyzing each piece for both weight and necessity, we decided to go for a short hike. A shakedown cruise to stretch our legs and get my lungs used to the altitude. Maybe we’d hear a few bugles, but we had no serious intentions of chasing them. “We probably won’t see anything, but bring your bow,” said Bill. “Just in case.” The trailhead was just off the highway, a few miles past a subdivision of million-dollar McMansions and the city’s small ski slope. I threw on a daypack stuffed with rain gear, a few snacks, a bottle of water, and not much else. Bill…