Advertisements In the air of night, breathing is the only sound of life as snow falls from above. Time pulls down my spirit. My Body. My will to live. One foot in front of the other. I have no choice, pre-determined I keep walking towards an unknown goal.
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Time stands still the longer I stay at the Old Faithful snow lodge in Yellowstone
Advertisements The storm of the century rolls over The West. I pull the blanket up closer to my chin and wait for a new day to dawn. Akin to a Las Vegas casino, clocks mysteriously are nowhere to be found here in the lodge. Makes it easier to just enjoy your surroundings. I venture backContinue reading “Time stands still the longer I stay at the Old Faithful snow lodge in Yellowstone”
Yellowstone in winter at the Old Faithful Lodge
Advertisements I leave Salt Lake City and my family on a rainy morning. Christmas is over and the time has come for my next adventure. Through the rain and snow I go up north, finally arriving in Jackson Hole, Wyoming later that afternoon. I have one night here in downtown. It’s been a few years,Continue reading “Yellowstone in winter at the Old Faithful Lodge”
Devils Tower
Advertisements I feel deeply the change in the air the further I go into the Bear Lodge Mountains. The window is down so that the air rushes over me like a cascading waterfall. The leaves are bright orange and red this October day. The buffalo grazing the last of the green grass, and prairie dogsContinue reading “Devils Tower”
chasing Nature’s shadows and light
Advertisements On morning’s first light, I rise from the confines of a warm sleeping bag and unzip the tent door. Today I will be chasing the changing light and shadows of an Autumn day in Yellowstone. I hike a frosty trail to the summit overlooking Yellowstone lake. The steam escaping the volcanic fury deep beneathContinue reading “chasing Nature’s shadows and light”
finding an Old West prison
Advertisements Along the desolate stretch of Interstate 80, between snow covered sagebrush and endless Wyoming prairie lies the wasted town of Rawlins. The week isn’t quite over, the miles on the odometer read 1,812 for the trip thus far. Road weary and exhausted, I slowly pull off the highway….(cue the Stephen King novel) andContinue reading “finding an Old West prison”