The dusty two-track road turned into a barely discernible line in the distance and disappeared where the sagebrush gave way to timber. By our best estimate, it couldn’t be more than a mile or so to reach the edge of the timber. It did not appear to be steep, only a slow gradual ascent with a short, steeper climb onto the ridge. Beyond that was seemingly endless, spruce-covered country that was surely teeming with elk. At our feet was a flimsy brown signpost indicating that the horizon-bound trail was closed to motorized travel. Exactly what we were looking for.