Yellowstone

Wow. Lows in the thirties! That was a quick transition to fall from hot days and nights. Beautiful blue sky. Calm. Highs in the seventies. No color yet. Must not really be fall. Maybe Indian summer.

Fishing on the Madison at the Raynolds Pass Bridge. Rainbow trout. Caught a few. Watched a guy take a quarter mile hike along the bank, working his fish downstream. He landed a twenty inch rainbow. But the catch of the day? Watched an Osprey high in the sky plummet to a messy splash in the river and rise with a trout in the talons. Not some delicate, swoop low and snag a trout with a talon on the fly. More like an osprey pretending to be a brown pelican, hitting the water like he was dropped in a sack. But, splash notwithstanding, it was an awesome thing.

Bison. Elk. Dinner at the Beartooth Barbecue. Still love the barbecue. Still don’t like the vinegar slaw.

Tomorrow, a float with Rick.