Roughing It

After we went over Fox Queant Pass, (or "passed out" as Steve likes to say - and at this altitude [11,400 ft], Steve's term seems almost literally apropos)  we came to Fox Lake.  As we rode by, we were treated to reflections in the still water: 

Near the lake, we saw the remains of an old cabin, origin unknown,

and continued through a series of open meadows to our camping spot: 

We had a nice view of Gunsight Pass, which leads into the Henry's Fork drainage on the north slope of the Uintas:

The sun set soon after we were settled for the night, leaving a glow over the mountains: 

The full moon rising was a beautiful sight: 

Eric chose to sleep outside in a sleeping bag:

After we had our freeze dried fare and the horses had grazed for their supper, the equines spent the night on a highline:

  We put cow bells around their necks so we could hear if something made them restless.  Unfortunately, Coco is not accustomed to a highline and was restless most of the night, which we could hear clearly from inside our tent! 

Oh well, I guess we just had to consider it our own musical concert. 
As we rested out tired bones (and backsides), we anticipated riding even further into the backcountry the next day.