Tuesday, July 22, 2008

A vast squall o'er the lands

Although I'm (thankfully) on land, on the storm scale I would place this experience somewhere between Twister and The Poseidon Adventure. Truth be told, I didn't know it could rain this hard outside of Texas. Consider this an ebullient recommendation for REI's backpacking tents. I'm staying dry, and so are the 43 mosquitoes camping with me, in between the rain fly and the tent's roof. We're in a never-ending game of chicken. I want to exit the tent, but I'm trying to wait (starve) them out. Is it still considered an ambush if you can see your enemies in plain site before you walk into them?

The storms are hard, but they are brief. It's actually a bit fun to be holed up in the tent for a few hours in the afternoon planning the next day's adventures.

I woke up at 4:30 am this morning to get down to this spot to take this picture (the birds are hard to see in this smaller version).Yellowstone is turning out to be one of the most beautiful places I have ever witnessed. I'm already thinking about a winter trip.

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