Bear Country

Armed with bear spray and an old fashioned gym whistle, 

we crossed into the southwestern corner of Yellowstone to 

hike along the Bechler river.  

An eight mile loop through a dense forest of lodge pole trees spilled into a vast meadow. 

Stillness guided us to a lunch spot

before we continued along the banks of the Bechler.

With a mile to go,

drops of cool rain spilled from the lush canopy.

We've losing track of days, hours, seasons;

sure signs of being on vacation.