As I sit on top of this mountain, I am reminded of the beauty such places hold. It is nearing midnight back home and I perch on a cooler that is sitting just behind my truck tailgate. We spent a better part of 4 hours trying to find a place to set tent and call camp. We finally found an old gated off logging road to park up and call the truck ‘camp’ for the night. My wife is stretched out along the back seat and I will eventually crawl into the back of truck and tuck tightly into my goose down sleeping bag. It is a little chilly tonight but my blood is flowing warm as I listen to a couple of bull elk sing their tunes back and forth. Night one was inside a quiet comfortable tent. Night two will be spent quite differently within the truck listening to the beautiful song of midnight elk. It doesn’t get any better than this until I get some elk meat on the ground.