On our recent trip to Wyoming we took a day to return to the Bighorn mountains for an autumn pilgrimage. After the steep drive from the arid Wyoming plains into higher elevations, we made the final trek to the ancient Medicine Wheel with the setting moon as our guide.
The site remains much as it has for millennia. Weathered stones arranged in a spoked circle, with offerings tied to the perimeter ropes and on nearby trees. As I meditated in the thin air contemplating the energies of this sacred destination, a strong wind suddenly swept across the mountaintop and pulsated through my body.
Afterward, we took the long route coming down from the mountains. A wide sky and green forests punctuated with vibrant autumn trees along with expanses of brown grasses and blue sage brought a different energy. We paused to contemplate a turning of seasons in the Bighorns, and to say hello to a pair of curious bovines.