In August it will be one year since Andy, Carole, and I visited Yellowstone-Grand Tetons National Parks. Although I've only been there one time, I miss it terribly. The single thing that keeps recurring to me is the clarity of the skies out there. Every time I looked up I saw the skies crisp and blue and perfect. Only once, briefly, around Jackson Hole did I see the air take on the familiar and polluted hues of our eastern skies.
I'm not sure when I'll be able to return to those parks, but I hope that it will happen again.
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The first mountain that we saw upon entering the park. We pulled over to enjoy the view and stroll along the river where a few people were fly fishing.
We couldn't get enough of gazing at the volcanic vents and springs.
The view from Avalanche Peak toward the Absoroka Mountains.
Me and Andy at a hot spring on our float trip on the Yellowstone River.
My little family in the Grand Tetons National Park on Jenny Lake.
This was the closest we got to a bear in the parks. At first I thought it was a grizzly bear, but soon realized it was just a brown phase black bear. He was so intent on eating some type of nut or vegetation on the ground that he never raised his head to look at us.