By Karen Schaefer. May 31, 2018. My dad howled like a fool at the full moon that night. They told me, too, that later that night my granddad's musty WWI army tent collapsed on me, and that I howled fit to equal my dad. An old logging road/cattle trail threads its way some 20-miles east of Ridgeway, Colorado rising to 10,114 feet at Owl Creek Pass. My parents loved a place there at the edge of the San Juan National Forest’s wilderness. They first took me camping there the summer I turned two, the howl-at-the-moon trip...