… is magical!
My inlaws are here with us for a while and we are making the best of it.
Everywhere I look, I see shades of Red, Yellow, Orange and Green. Last week, we unexpectedly, discovered a side to Leavenworth which didn’t have anything to do with beer. I cannot put in words how breathtakingly gorgeous all of this season has been, can’t seem to get enough of it.
Being SO close to nature has got to be one of my favorite things about living in this country, this city especially. I just cannot wait for October, it’s my man’s birthday plus everything will start to look more beautiful than one can possibly imagine.
Even the best adjectives I can think of will fail to depict what Yellowstone really is. One must go there, experience its glory bits themselves to get even a tiny grip of its enormity. But I will say that this place is both enchanting and barbaric at the same time.
It’s huge. 3500 sq miles huge. Wild life wanders around freely everywhere here. No one to tell them where to go, no one to control them, cage free, wild and free. Just the way they are supposed to be. It freaked the heck out of me when a giant Bison walked past our car heedlessly, but I was high from that experience all day.
Watching two Wolves trying to hunt down an Elk was the highlight of my trip. This was rare because this was no ordinary Wolf pack. A typical radical consists of a mob of 12-15 adult Wolves in Yellowstone. Well this, this was a team of just two. An alpha male and an alpha female trying to build a pack of their own, which means, they have to be more patient with their kills because it’s laborious (read impossible) for just two of them to make a kill, plus they’ve to watch over their pups with caution for there is no one to look after them when they are busy hunting and carefully work their way through establishing themselves as the head of the pack when they add more members.
I watched the Wolf-couple chase this lonely Elk around, swim repeatedly in freezing water to get to her and wait patiently by the river bed hoping for the Elk to give up who had taken to the nearby stream seeking refuge. Under normal circumstances, one would presume that this was no big deal, right? swimming in a shallow river stream doesn’t sound dangerous at all, except that it really is. The temp here is below zero, freezing & deathly in most cases. The chances are that the spine chilling water will kill the Elk faster compared to them, canine beasts.
However, much to the dismay of the wolves, this young Elk was one heck of a prey and she fought all day long wearing them out. Before the skies turned dark, the wolves went after her for one last time with all their might and decided to give up and walked away.
A part of me was following the female wolf closely this whole time. (I think). She was fierce and a much better swimmer compared to her male counterpart. However, I felt a little let down by the end of the day. Well, be it waiting by the riverbed or risking to swim across the freezing stream to get closer to their feed or settling to break away hungry after several fretted attempts, none of it was her decision even once. Not even once for a stretch of 5+ hours that I watched her. She merely followed the alpha male at every step. Patriarchy is not unique to the human race after all?
Amidst all this drama, this guy pulled over with a dauntingly large lens which obviously got me excited instantly. I had to look through that lens at least once, so I tented next to him shamelessly, bugging him (more like begging, but anyway) with all sorts of questions. “Do you think they are going to kill?” “How you seen a kill before?” “Do you run a YouTube Channel?” “Have much does your lens cost?” among a bazillion others. He was a bit uptight at first, but gave into my madness and asked me to look through his lens at last. SCORE!! And I did. This whole time though, I had no idea who he was or that he makes videos for Nat Geo. But now, I can wear a badge that reads ‘I’ve met an award winning wild life cinematographer’ with pride.
For those of you that are interested to learn a little more about this magnificent place, check out these documentaries. Crying is inevitable, but I assure you that it’ll get you to think, think a little deeper about wild life and nature. For those of you that are living in the US, I urge you to visit Yellowstone at least once.
Yellowstone was on the very top of my ‘Must See Places’ list. But, for some strange reason though, there wasn’t a point that made me fall in love with it’s resplendency. You know that one instant which ships a mote of your heart to shack up in that place forever when you travel? That, didn’t happen at all, which is ironic since I’d desperately waited to visit this place for as long as I can remember. I ought to go back to find my magical jiff, then. We’ll see.
There are other itsy-bitsy things that I want to write about. Like our new SUV, how I’ve become the subject of every knock-knock joke, Bear Rehab, that lonely Pronghorn near our cabin, Lamar Valley sunrise, the promptness of Old Faithful eruption, nauseating Sulphur cauldrons in the park and how the incessant rains ruined our hike both days. But that would be tad too much. So here, I’ll leave you with a few pictures instead.
Is it just me or does nature overwhelm every one else as well? I am spamming my FB friends every other week because I simply cannot resist sharing. I mean you have to see it to believe it. The photos do no justice btw, but I keep trying.
Clouds may not have been camera’s best friend, but they sure as hell made my every step seem like a glamorous movie set of some sort. I was tempted to hold my skirt by it’s sides like a little girl and do a spin every other minute. Pure bliss I tell you.
This is one of those road trips that we’ll reminisce even 50 years from now. The stay, the view, the travel and the company has set a pretty high standard for those to come.
Four more weeks before the Sun takes off on his 6 month long vacation bidding farewell to it’s loyal devotees spurring me to- curse the heck out of winter on my bone chilling drives to work every morning, envelop behind coats and woolen like an 80 year old, OD on coffee, gleefully enjoy that ‘one’ snow day in Seattle and force a certain friend of mine to make Pakoras for me.
For now, I’ll leave you all with these. Mt. Rainier – you are magical.
Is anyone else following women against feminism movement on the web?
Apparently, if you are a feminist, you – feel victimized, feel oppressed, hate all men on the face of the planet, follow lesbianism (what does this even mean?), become ungodly mothers who’ll leave their toddlers in day care and won’t quit working (and this is a problem how?), teach their daughters and nieces to hate men, take catcalling too seriously although it’s seemingly more honorable than rape (WTF?) and here’s my personal favorite, women apparently will always need men to help open jars for them??
Seriously, is that what we are reducing our men to be? Walking talking jar openers? Is that it?
When I finally looked at their Tumblr page, I noticed majority of the women driving this movement are teenagers carving pretty pathetic pictures of themselves modeling with meaningless scribbles. It was obvious that some were a part of it to secure themselves a selfie spot on the web. I then backed out of my nasty twitter fight with strangers about it because it didn’t make sense anymore. Shouldn’t the www media hold back on giving them any kind of attention? Simply because it’s not healthy. They are being disrespectful to the homosexual community by simply declaring that all feminists are lesbians implying taunt, defaming working moms by calling them lousy mothers and advocating catcalling shamelessly. Is this the definition of anti-feminism then?
Sigh. I digress.
Picture time! Gold Creek Pond is an easy 1 mile hike in Snoqualmie Pass. Can you believe that this is actually a man made pond? It used to be a gravel pit in the 1970s which was dug up to help with a highway construction. The kind of human interference with nature that I for once like.
Lush of wildflowers, bees and pristine blue-green waters surrounded by mountains every which way you turn. I am pretty sure I’ll go back to this place again to spend more time and invariably end up taking even better pictures, but it was about my experience yesterday (specifically) that I want to remember, forever. What a dramatic Tuesday it was.
Never once imagined taking HDR pictures from my phone, but that day is here folks. Oh how I love my phone.
And Murali, thank you for being a kick ass kidnapper!