In the early morning light the same scenery is a different experience than the day before. The moon is setting on my right as dawn's early light approaches from the east. It is always a sensory delight to watch the changing of the color guard.
The moon’s brilliant white is slowly replaced by the advancing orange rays of the sun. Night's blackness is exchanged for morning’s peaceful shades of blue. The contrast is spectacular on the park's landscape. An occasional approaching car removes my trance like state but I am still like a deer steering in the headlight as I enjoy nature's beauty.
It is promising to be a gorgeous day in Yellowstone.
The gap between us gradually closes as he grazes aimlessly towards me. Eventually the bison crosses the street right in front of me.
Brief stops for selected photo opportunities then the Nissan's heater is at full blast. I can only stand a few minutes in the moist cold air. With just the blowing sound of hot air, my journey south continues to be most enjoyable.
Here I am standing at the peaked roof of the continent and the birthplace of America’s greatest rivers. The Snake, Columbia, Missouri and Mississippi rivers all start here will drama except in the spring.