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About an hour later, Ryan and I were drifting off to sleep in our warm tent, as I wondered if the bear-proof trash cans would prove useful. Would there be animals tromping through our site tonight? Would they wake me up? What exactly does a snorting bear sound like? While half asleep, I heard something. I asked Ryan, “Did you hear that?” It sounded like a far-ranging buffalo galloping through the outskirts of our camp. Dazed, Ryan replied, “ Hear what? No… I don’t think so.” When it happened again we figured out that it was just Ryan’s stomach. (There were a lot of beans in the stew we made for dinner that night.) Impressive.

Sometime later that night we both awoke to the sound of cries in the distance. We were listening to what sounded like a huge pack of wolves howling in the night. It was an amazingly loud howling session, complete with the buildup of cackling cries, overlapping into the night. The distances varied, some cries faint, while others had to be coming from the hills we were camping beneath. Enchanted, I asked Ryan “What do you think they are saying to each other?”