Our trip to Yellowstone was life changing.
I often dreamed of seeing the wolves of Lamar Valley.
My wonderful tugboat man surprised me totally out of the blue one day while we were watching a documentary about wolves…
“How would you like to pack up right now and drive to Yellowstone?”
“Yup, we’re not gonna talk about it any more. We’re just going to DO it. What do you say?”
I wasn’t even in the room anymore; I had already started packing before he looked at the local surf report and changed his mind.
I’ve never written about our magical journey to Yellowstone because it’s more than a few posts; it’s book-worthy, and that’s what it’s going to be.
I kept a journal of those enchanted 3000 miles — we were lucky enough to see wolves and foxes and bears and moose and all the animals I love so much and want to help protect and defend against senseless killing.
I will never forget the first moment I spotted a wolf.
I can honestly say that it was a seminal event in my life.
It was so special words cannot do it justice –to glimpse a brief moment in the life of this majestic, breathtakingly beautiful and wrongly vilified animal.
If I close my eyes, I can still see the beauty of another wolf, a black wolf, nonchalantly chewing on the end of a huge log—an AMAZING sight.
It was an overwhelming experience of transcendent joy.
We will return to Yellowstone and I will hopefully fulfill another one of my life’s dreams, to hear the song of the wolf.
Unfortunately, the camera I had at that time didn’t have a powerful enough lens to capture a photo of the wolves we saw, but we came away with a couple of other treasures, an osprey feather and a backbone, possibly of a bison, washed up from Slough Creek to our campsite.
Wonderful memories of a dream come true.