A Seminal Moment at the Edge of the World

The plan was for me to go ahead of the others up to Bull Creek. I would take a pair of mules loaded with the food needed for the six days of the hunt. Once there, I’d meet up with the other packer, and then he’d hurry and take the empty mules back down before dark, leaving me to get things ready at high camp. I’d split wood, fix the corral, and clean up the cook tent. The guides would come up the following day with the hunters and the rest of the supplies.             But that night a storm blew