The clouds became a deep smoke gray as the color disappeared from the sky.  This picture was taken from out campsite, which was right on the edge of Hells Canyon.  It had a spectacular view, toward the east, and we were the only ones there, which made it nice.  Later, though, we were near being shot when we took a walk to enjoy the stars.  We had walked about 1/4 to 1/2 a mile when we heard loud music, yelling, and whooping coming from somewhere on the other side of the trees not far away.  It was a hunting camp, and we were laughing at the hunters who sounded like they were drunk as skunks.  It wasn't so funny a few minutes later, however, when we heard gunshots.  At that point we decided it would be a good idea to make tracks back to our campsite where we would not be in danger of being struck by a stray bullet. 
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