I've an acute longing for the Bighorn Mountains now. I've seen my share of mountain ranges, but Bighorn is a very very special place to me. Mountain folding cutesy style.

The conditions when we drove through were possibly as ideal as can be. The sun slanting low, the sky turning from blue to copper and the summer colours fought for attention. At the side of the road, two cowboys on horseback were herding sheep, and a dog yipping in the distance.

And that was years before Brokeback Mountain appeared.