A cloudy night but not as cool. Pack ‘er up for a calm last day toward the northeastern corner of Yellowstone. Open up your eyes, and see the lower end of the Yellowstone River. After a picturesque journey, framed by a mind-boggling wide Lamar Valley, we parked and took a two-hour hike along the Rim Trail, one of my favorites in the park. Nope, no griz but we did see, and were kinda followed by, a solitary pronghorn antelope who was shadowing us.
Time’s up, let’s get homeward bound on our local roads, non-Interstate, toward Craters of the Moon NP. Past the town of Mud Flats, and skirt a mondo thunderstorm. Surreal cooled magma and black cinders, over hundreds of square miles, surround us and we know we’re human fireflies touching on the immensity of the geological charts of time. Did I mention more pronghorn antelope grazing on the nearby praririe? Welcome to Idaho.
After peering around, we zoom-zoom through nicely named towns like Shoshone and Bliss and hit the Interstate. God kisses the skies with a sunset worthy of a Greek myth, and we get home late. Dazed, tired and overwhelmed, as befits the trip of the year across sceneries your imagination can barely absorb. Yellowstone, an angel of our mind’s eye, we’ll be back in June to find those springtime awakening grizzlies…
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