Beware the Biting Elk

Late October was feeling more like winter than fall. Camping was getting colder by the day and, with a whitewater kayaking agenda, I wondered  if we were crazy to still be be pushing north. We had departed Colorado some weeks before and made our way through Wyoming and Montana. Next stop, the Canadian Border. The year was 1996 and my two friends and I were wide-eyed with enthusiasm over our latest passion, whitewater kayaking. Read More...