You'd think that I don't go to any other wilderness lakes than Wolf lake. It's just one of those places in the world that is super quiet and very calming to the jangled nerves of life. My first trip into wolf lake was 1972 when we drove the horses from Boulder lake ranch (where I was a wrangler) to wolf lake. That was a long day driving those horses past Divide lake and other lakes. Then we went down that horrid road back to civilization in an old Dodge "suburban" like vehicle. That was the roughest ride I ever took in a vehicle. Took a lot of beer to negotiate that road then. Now they've dynamited some of the bad rocks and bladed the road some (due to forest fires in the area over the years).
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