It’s very difficult to start to describe our five days in Yellowstone. Do I attempt to describe the Geysers that spasmodically erupt from dozens to hundreds of feet into the air? Or the celestial appearance of the hot springs formed by light playing off minerals and microbes? Shall we pause a moment to consider the osprey raising their chicks on the sulphor-colored precipice that is the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone where the jade river tumbles hundreds of feet behaving under the effect of Newton’s pet theory. Mornings waking up before dawn to glimpse dark shadows of wolves and bears in the Lamar Valley? Perhaps it would be simpler to reflect on picnicking in Mammoth Hot Springs with an elk herd, ground squirrels and a bull snake? Or do I just fall back on the old adage ‘A picture is…’?


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