Into the Great Wilderness: Canoeing Yellowstone Lake
We arrived in camp early, set up the tent among regenerating lodgepole pines, and set out for a stroll along the obsidian beach. We first encountered elk tracks, and then deer tracks, and then wolf tracks. We guessed by the sizes of the elk tracks and the scratching in the sand that perhaps a bull was herding his harem along the shore this morning. Now, as we sit and watch the sun set over the glassy water, we listen to the music of autumn – the bugling of bull elk.