6am seems to come earlier and earlier for me as the years pass by. Yet 6am it was as I unzipped my tent and shivered at the frosty air outside. There is nothing more refreshing than waking up outside Yellowstone. As I stretch and start quietly packing up my gear for the day, large rocks seem to be slowly moving in the not too far distance.
I squint my eyes for a closer look…
“I need coffee…”
This thought permeates my brain as I shrug off the “slow moving rocks”. I then start to notice cars and a few people pointing to the same rock formations. I think it strange to have such hustle and bustle this early in the morning, so I walk over to be a little closer….