I’m lying in my tent on a cold damp early September night. It’s 4 a.m. and a nearby bull elk lets out a bugle that pierces the night. A primal sound, it starts like a high-pitched squeal, then becomes ...

When imagining the start of fall in the Rocky Mountains, many people think of the cool, quiet air, the dabs of yellow and orange in the leaves, and the hints of snow starting to fall as late September ...