
The Bison are Bellowing
You peer out the van window as crisp cloudbursts with low-hanging mist cool off the hot, mid-summer air. It smells refreshing and revitalizing. Magenta fireweed, ivory cow parsnip, and yellow arrowleaf balsamroot dash past your vision, coloring the surrounding evergreen forest. Suddenly, the viewscape opens widely. There—in the open expanse of Yellowstone National Park’s Lamar Valley—a lone, large-humped bison deliberately crosses the landscape in an uninterrupted descent upon a massive herd






