I was sitting in an alpine meadow beside a small river in southwestern Wyoming when the familiar yet mysterious sound triggered the childhood memory from Maine. It was definitely the sound that made the connection. The two landscapes themselves bore little in common with each other. The Wyoming setting was over 7,000 feet in elevation — higher than even the highest point in the entire state of Maine — with steep hillsides dominated by western pines rising up from the narrow river valley to peaks over 10,00 … (read more)
