It’s only the second afternoon of my trip and already I have no idea where the hell I am. I’m sure it won’t be the last time.
I crawl out of the sleeping bag in the back of my car, peek out of the window, and eventually I remember: West Yellowstone!
The previous night I watched Great Fountain Geyser erupt at 11 PM, all by myself, lit only by the light of the stars. It was the sound, not the sight, that alerted me to its presence, and I really hoped that I was outside the spray zone, and I was (but it was in mine, Yellowstone indeed!). The night before that I was racing from Seattle to make sunrise, and did, with five minutes to spare and no speeding tickets.
I’m in Yellowstone, the sixth time in two years, for a single purpose: to photograph fall colors in Colorado. While there aren’t a lot of Colorado fall colors in Wyoming (even in peak years) it’s only a few hours from Yellowstone to Colorado, and a natural stopping point on the way from Seattle.
All my non-photographer friends told me I should go to New England for fall colors. I told them New England can suck it, I’m going to Colorado. Where in Colorado? I didn’t know, but I knew John Denver wasn’t full of shit and was going to prove him right.
The colors are late this year, but I don’t really care when they peak, I just want to be there when they do. It should only take a few weeks. I have all the time in the world, and while that’s still not enough, it’s as close as I’m going to get.
Now it’s eight weeks and […]