My obsession with finding jars and bells recently brought us once again to the majesty of Yellowstone National Park. Now maybe that's a lie. Maybe those little bobbles of bronze are simply a rationalization for exploring a small corner of God's creation that never fails to amaze. Regardless, impressions from the season of Fall will last indefinitely and what the memory betrays, photos captured in the moment will reinforce for the mind.
Unfortunately, photos fail to capture the grandeur of the valleys, the haunting bugle of a bull elk cascading to one's ear from afar, or the caress of warm steam, the byproduct of countless bubbling hot springs, touching the skin in the crisp Autumn air. Nonetheless, the following images were captured along our path - four days in October.
Day 1 - Beaver Ponds Trail
Welcoming Committee - steam rising off their backs
Idyllic
Aspen along Blacktail Plateau Drive
As for the bronze? Simply a no-show. It has been said that crashing should never discourage the would-be air traveler because only the last inch counts. And so it is with those pesky trinkets. Even as Winter approaches and the grizzly head to their respective dens for hibernation, so too will the focus of my quest remain dormant until someone understands how to arrive at the last inch. I believe that this sign is as close as I got.
