I’ve been moving. Six years in this house and an accumulation of items that makes it seem more like 100 years. I’ve been buried and that is my excuse for taking so long to write more about my glorious trip to Yellowstone.
Two weeks ago today I was in the park, driving around by myself as my Wolves of the Rockies friends had just left. I took a spin up the Lamar road, drove a bit down the road toward Norris, where Rhonda and KC and I had been the day before. That was fun. We’d decided we needed to check out a little geyser action and Old Faithful was too far. So we went to the Norris Geyser Basin and took a look around. Some very hot stuff there, but not nearly as exciting as looking for wolves.
It was lonely after everyone left. I’d said goodbye to Marc, Lorenza, KC and Rhonda at the post office at Mammoth. This was after we enjoyed a visit with Dan Stahler, wolf biologist for the park. Dan was generous with his time and he shared with us the name of the new pack, the Junction Buttes. This was nice to hear. We’d been watching these wolves daily and were getting a little tired of calling them the new pack.
Two other members of our party, Kim Bean and Kristy Lloyd, had been in the same building a few days before to visit another wolf biologist, Doug Smith. In fact, this meeting with Doug Smith was something we heard a whole lot about from Kim and Kristy while in Yellowstone. One individual in particular needed to be gently pulled back to earth as her head was in the clouds for days.
When we weren’t fraternizing with famous wolf biologists we were on the ground looking for wolves. We rose early in the morning (I made it except for one day, pretty good for me) and ate a hearty breakfast prepared by Marc and Lorenza. Then we hit the ground, entering the park before the sun had.
I was so impressed with the purposeful and dedicated action of the folks I was with. They were there to see wolves and to talk wolves and that was the focus. And that was the glue that bound us together, despite the fact that some of us had never met until that weekend. But we also had an extremely good time. One night in particular, Saturday I believe, the guys went to bed early and the rest of us sat around the table at that cabin in Gardiner and talked and laughed and made memories that won’t be forgotten any time soon.
Thank you my friends, for sharing with me your passion for wolves, your dedication to saving them, and for gifting me with your knowledge of Yellowstone. I can’t wait until we meet there again.