By Dana Priest,
After 10 slow miles on a bumpy dirt road with no other person or dwelling in sight, it crossed my mind that maybe the owners of Bitterroot Ranch didn’t really want to be found. There were no signs anywhere, no encouragement that we were getting any closer, or had even made the correct turn off the one-lane road just past the blink-of-an-eye cowboy town of Dubois, in Wyoming’s less-traveled Wind River Valley.
There was nothing. No GPS guidance. No cellphone service. No caravan of other rented four-wheel drives to fall in behind. Nothing. Nothing but 360 degrees of mountain ranges of every size and hue, backlit by a big sky turning… click here to read more.