In the north, it’s dry, dusty and tick friendly (it turns out I’m not fond of all wildlife). Counter intuitively, in the south it’s still a winter wonderland with snow-closed roads. These worlds can be less then a kilometre apart when the elevation changes quickly.
The view to the left was simply beautiful. I would have spent considerable time admiring it, however there was a better offering on the right.
As we drove up, we saw an animal walking slowly on the snow. I couldn’t believe my good fortune when I realized it was a gorgeous fox. Before Yellowstone, a fox was on my most-wanted list. I had seen only snatches of a fox’s bushy tail with no photos to prove it.
Now I had an unobstructed view of this nimble predator, wandering back and forth over a large open space, hunting and giving us an inside view of its remarkable behaviour. It was hard to breathe and photograph – I was so excited! Time seemed to stand still. Later we determined that we had spent about an hour watching and admiring. I would be surprised to ever replicate that incredible experience.
While this scene was playing out like an wildlife documentary, a vehicle pulls up just down the road from us and a number of people jump out. They immediately begin photographing each other in front of the lake – a behaviour best left to psychologists to properly explain. Classic tourist photography was being committed in full view of the fox – only they chose to turn their backs to a scene of a lifetime.
I can only conclude they were just visiting from another world.