Sunday morning July 29, 1990 6:50 AM. 42 degrees The sun is creeping down the ridge to the west. A pot of water is on the stove. Jeff’s still in the sack. A light breeze is blowing. Swift Creek is flowing by us making the usual creek noise. Up the valley the sound of a waterfall or rapids is a…
![The High Uintas Wilderness, Northeastern Utah 1990 and 2013](https://franklytalking.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/IMG_4970.jpeg)