Experiencing the Frontier in Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
Yellowstone is a gigantic expanse of raw nature. I’m not talking about the boardwalks or the geysers, I mean the untamed land that starts when you turn your back to the car and walk forward. Like a stocked pond, wildlife roams its rolling terrain in surprising numbers. It’s as if animals migrate here from all around the Northwest to riddle the turf with their hoof prints. The ground in March is frosty and patched with snow. It crunches beneath my feet and my breath smokes before me. It’s quiet here. I keep a watchful eye on the buffalo huddled sturdily together to my right, and I can’t escape the feeling that I’ve somehow gone back in time. I stand on the wild frontier. I should have never waited so long to come here. I crunch on.