No one warned me the park reeked of rotten eggs combined with the scent of bright pine. Rivers boiled, firmament steamed, golden mud perked, colorful algae glowed and streams dramatically plunged in this belching landscape. Clouds cleaved the mountains and glistening river valleys provided tasty habitat for wildlife. I craved deviled eggs the entire trip.

Aren’t you smart?! It IS Old Faithful with Old Faithful Lodge in the background. We walked a very isolated trail up a mountainside to get this view. Worth it….even though we forgot our bear spray and I chirped ‘Hey, bear!’ as we walked to frighten away predators. The Texan was not amused. This Lower Geyser basin is brimming with geysers for miles.

robingrottoI had to look up the term ‘caldera’ to be sure I understood the grand views are perched atop a  volcano with an enormous, active magma chamber below. If it blows, like it did 600,000 years ago, it will affect most of the United States and change life as we know it. This is climate change I can understand.

Norris Geyser Basin. The hottest springs and fumaroles in the Park. Rudyard Kipling remarked after his visit, “The uplands of Hell. It was as though the tide of desolation had gone out….a mud volcano spat filth to Heaven, streams of hot water rumbled underfoot….pink pools roared, shouted, bubbled or hissed as their wicked fancies prompted.”

The geyser/fumaroles/hot spring areas provided endless fascination to us. The angry earth grumbled, fumed and sputtered. Amidst the tantrums, we discovered visions and colors of indescribable beauty and tranquility.

The fantastic colors as they appeared to us. No color boosting…..promise.

Mud was the artist’s pallet for the putrid water.

The sulphuric steam wafting from the hot features can permanently damage a camera lens. I was told to keep the lens cap on and to always wipe the lens after taking pictures of these features.

The Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone and the Great Falls are crowd favorites.

The Yellowstone River before it spills over the Lower Falls.


Thomas Moran, the first artist to explore the Yellowstone, bemoaned his palette didn’t contain enough colors to render this scene.

I donned a sling to support my jaw. The constant gaping provided a fine mosquito and gnat habitat. I can’t help myself…..I’m a passionate, romantic person. There’s no way I can gaze upon these scenes and pronounce, ‘Meh.’


The grand and the small astonished me. The wildlife roamed and rambled and I tried to follow the wonder with my borrowed spotting scope.

Just a photo taken through the windshield with a cellphone. The Lamar Valley was soul-stirring. It was my favorite portion of the Park. I’m planning my next trip back there.

There’s definitely a crowding issue at Yellowstone that must be addressed in a fair manner. I don’t know the answer, but the current influx of people doesn’t seem sustainable to me. That’s a discussion for another blog post. The Texan and I navigated by getting up EARLY….very early, and staying through sunset. Most mid-days we lunched by a stream with our lawn chairs or took a drive off the beaten path. The Park is very crowded between 10 am and 4 pm.


Buffalo are a favorite. The Europeans and Asians want to see buffalo….the iconic symbol of the West. The shaggy giants never disappoint as they appear everywhere around the park. I can still conjure their low-pitched grumbling.

Yellowstone made me feel small…like a pimple on the butt of the universe. Ok….maybe not a pimple, but certainly a freckle on the tapestry of time. Where was I when forces were forming the landscape 1,200,000 years ago? What of the Native Peoples who inhabited this land? What of the explorers and early trappers who tried to describe the indescribable to others? For me, our Yellowstone visit highlighted the infinite creativity of the Creator. I’m thrilled to witness the handiwork.

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Taken with cell phone attached to a spotting scope mounted on a tripod. Thanks Drummond! I’ll return your scope soon!!

The morning we left the park, I whined to the Texan I had not seen a grizzly bear. I’ve witnessed black bears, but I longed to see a grizzly. How totally complete and awesome would this trip be if I could spot a grizzly? We scouted around the morning we left, looking at likely spots by the Yellowstone River for wildlife. Just then, we drove upon some ‘scopers’ who were looking at an elk carcass. We rolled the window down in time to hear, ‘the grizzly is coming!’ We shot out of the car in different directions. I grabbed the binoculars and spied an elk herd upstream in the river. As I panned the binoculars, I spotted the hump-backed, powerful beast. He swam the river and was now determinedly loping across the meadow toward something. I feared he might be loping in my direction until I spotted the carcass. The Texan and I found each other and excitedly attached my phone to the scope.

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We observed this guy for an hour as he devoured this decomposing carcass. I’m happy I didn’t unexpectedly meet him in the forest. Trip made and complete.

If you are reading this, you are either a rabid nature-lover or you are completely bored on a Friday evening. Welcome to my world!

Hope these views inspire you. I want to show you Arches National Park in Moab, Utah in the coming days.

Did Thoreau ever see Yellowstone? ‘This Mother of ours…..lying around in all her beauty.’

Hope you see something wonderful this weekend! Spouting geysers of love to all!



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Can’t take credit for this blog post. Render all applause to the rancher/cowboy Sprout #1. Seems he placed a few motion-sensor cameras around the ranch in Union County, New Mexico. This ranch is nestled in northern Union County, near where New Mexico meets the Oklahoma Panhandle and southern Colorado.

The southern portion of the ranch is rolling grassland. As one travels north, the country roughens into cedar breaks.

The cedar breaks.
The cedar breaks.

The northern apex of the ranch is regally crowned with a colorful, wind-swept canyon. It conjures Louis L’Amour, Zane Grey and Larry McMurtry novels for me. Fancy myself freely galloping horseback with my handsome cowboy sidekick (Robert Duvall) riding into the crimson sunset.

This portion of New Mexico is in severe drought. Worst we’ve ever seen. Therefore, the watering holes are popular hang-outs for wildlife. A veritable Studio 54. Watch closely….you might spot Bianca Jagger or Biebs. Will you have to bribe the bouncer to gain entry?

We see you, crafty elk. Wearin' night vision glasses.
We see you, crafty elk.

Is this the same animal? Who knows?

Check out the dead grass. Pretty slim grass pickins the last few years.
Notice the dead grass. Pretty slim grass pickins the last few years.

The elk shed antlers every year. Sprout #1 has picked up some huge antler sheds.

Check out this handsome turkey. He’s lucky it’s not November.

Sprout #1 spent plenty of hours this winter doggedly tracking the big cats-mountain lion. He saw a few, but never got a shot off.

This hunter killed the mountain lion on a neighboring ranch. Look at the size of this cat! Wonder how many newborn calves he’s killed?

We’re always hearing of ‘bear and rumors of bear’ around the ranch.

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The Sprout’s size 13-14 boot. Look at the size of the bear print.

Makes me remember the time Sprout #2 and I bravely camped out with the cowboy crew during branding time. The ranch foreman told me they spotted a bear near the campground. We slept (uneasily) with a loaded 9mm in our flimsy, two-person pup tent.

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Not sure our 9mm was a powerful enough caliber. He looks like he could make short work of a pup tent. Yikes.

We provide the wildlife with the most modern, convenient amenities.

Where’s the fluffy white towel?

Had the bear realized he was being filmed, he would’ve worn a swimsuit. Modesty demands it.

Hope your week is packed with surprises.

Untamed wild and beastly love to all.