A Marlon Perkins Morning in Yellowstone
Backpacking out of south-eastern Yellowstone in the early morning after a fly fishing trip, my friends and I were remarking how we’d seen a lot of fish and birds this trip, but not much of the larger wildlife that the park is famous for. Moments later we rounded a bend to see an enormous bull moose half submerged in a wetland. Two minutes later, we walked into an open area and spooked 3 grizzlies feeding on a dead
And just as they were disappearing the low sound of a wolf howling started, lasting for several minutes. We were all stunned, partly to be in what seemed like a Discovery channel video after 4 days of seeing only cutthroat trout and eagles, but also to realize just how wild this part of America is still. When we got back to our offices the following week, one of the friends emailed an article about that corner of Yellowstone, describing it as the point in the lower 48 states that was furthest from any roads or other human incursions. It certainly felt that way to us that morning that we had time-travelled back into pre-Columbian America.