| WIND RIVER COUNTRY brings to life a remote, magnificent and little known part of northwest Wyoming near Yellowstone Park. It has all the beauty of its famous neighbor, Jackson Hole, just across the Continental Divide, and much more of historical interest. It contains the thriving Wind River Indian Reservation of over 2 million acres, the spectacular Wind River Range with Wyoming's highest mountain, and vast, uncrowded national forests. |
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Wind River Country is roughly twice the size of New Jersey which has about 250 times its density of population. In some ways, it is the land that time blessedly forgot. Tourism does not dominate the scene. It is still a culture of the Old West, where the frontier qualities of courage, strength, and determination are revered. The often picturesque characters living here tend to be resourceful, fiercely independent and physically fit into extreme old age.
The vast wilderness areas, rushing streams, limpid lakes and rugged mountains make this an ideal location for viewing wildlife, fishing, horseback riding, mountain climbing and many other outdoor sports.
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Foreword by Matthew Fox
The vast wilderness areas, rushing streams, limpid lakes and rugged mountains make this an ideal location for viewing wildlife, fishing, horseback riding, mountain climbing and many other outdoor sports.
My first clear memories as a child are of East Fork of the Wind River. I lived with my mom and dad and two brothers on a ranch 17 miles by dirt road up the East Fork valley. Up to that time, we had lived quiet lives, but this was the most solitary existence: no phone, no TV and often weeks and sometimes months between visits to the little town of Dubois 30 miles away. Dad's project was to convert a small working ranch into a guest ranch that would later become the Bitterroot Ranch. It was there, during those 3 years, that I started to form my view of the world. It was a life most little boys can only dream about. A place where my brothers and I rode horses and scrambled down rocky river banks pto fish for wild cutthroat trout. We spent summer days racing walnut shell sailing ships down hay field irrigation ditches- their little white paper sails on toothpicks disappearing over headgates and into oblivion...
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"Standing on a high point, I can look off in every direction over a vast landscape, with salient rocks and cliffs glittering in the evening sun. Dark shadows are settling in the valleys and gulches, and the heights are made higher and the depths deeper by the glamour and witchery of light and shade. …. - high peaks thrust up into the sky, and snow fields glittering like lakes of molten silver, and pine forests in somber green, and rosy clouds playing around the borders of huge, black masses; and heights and clouds and mountains and snow fields and rocklands are blended into one grand view."
John Wesley Powell, describing a view in Western Wyoming in 1869.
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