ut here in the wilds of Wyoming, words like and come to mind. Surveying the vast landscape of sagebrush and rocky undulating hills, I have to remind myself that the ranch where I’m staying for some much-needed R & R is just a 20-minute drive from the historic town of Saratoga. “Out here” — a couple of hours from Steamboat Springs, Colorado, to the south and Cheyenne, Wyoming, to the east—the senses attune quickly to nature. I pause to listen to the whistlelike song of a western meadowlark perched on a nearby fencepost and catch a whiff of an impending afternoon rainstorm on the breeze. When I look west, I see dark clouds building over the Medicine
