Year after year, we go to Yellowstone National Park. My darling husband likes to photograph waterfalls, it doesn’t matter that he is dragging us all over the place to get a picture of the exact same waterfall. Another trek he likes to take is to the Morning Glory Pool. I think we all like Dragon’s Mouth and the Paint Pots and all of the features change from moment to moment. Yellowstone National Park is testament that the Earth is alive.
My favorite place is the Norris Geyser Basin, but on a day trip, Shell Spring tops my list. I like to sit and watch the water rise and fall, feel the steam on my face and smell the mix of pine, buffalo poop and sulfur.
The following was a submission in reply to yet another prompt. Enjoy it, I would send the smells if technology allowed.
Smells of cheese popcorn and spring rain rise on the mist. Wet boardwalks lead groups of people in a hurry to see as many sites as miles traveled. Bison lumber and slumber and own it, fur scuffing off in brown bug ridden mats, snorting and keeping to themselves. New pine trees grow in clusters around the bottoms of burned out ancestors from the firestorms of 1988. Shell Spring drains and gurgles and hisses in an endless patient cycle. A cycle of filling up and draining from far beneath the crusty raw opal marks time. Another clot of restless travelers tries to see the big picture as Shell hisses and bubbles and mother earth sighs fitfully. Back in the parking lot a new vent opens and pushes the asphalt away.
Come back in a few days and see what I come up with. Thanks for visiting and leave a comment!