Well, I took my extra day in Montana…

My brother Jake and I did up Yellowstone, proper. Armed with a camera, some home brewed kombucha, wicked awesome, freshly made kale and quinoa salad; we hopped in the Prius hit the road for the largest super volcano in the world. The day was nothing less than epic. We got out of town at about 10:30 am (Only about 30 minutes later than planned) and got back to down at 10:45 pm. It was just over 12 hours of quality brother/sister/grizzly bear/elk/buffalo/geyser/raven/waterfall fun time. Oh and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the headstands.

We drove to the West Gate of Yellowstone via the beautiful (if a bit foggy) Big Sky Mountains. We spent most of our time talking and enjoying each other’s company. It was a great day all around filled with many individual stories, each worthy of a journal entry of their own. But I think I’ll let them stay secret between Jake and I, for now and leave it up to the photos to do the story telling.

However… I will include one anecdote from the day:
We hadn’t quite left Bozeman yet when we passed a group of ladies riding their horses down Main Street. They each held an American flag. Jake prompted me to get my camera out and then surprised me by pulling over just ahead of the approaching riders. I got out of the car and was humbled to tears as the entire group halted their parade just for me. I was so moved by the action that I failed to check my settings on my camera and under-exposed the shot. I lowered my camera and thanked the ladies with a bow and got back into Jake’s car. I was was shocked to actually find myself wiping tears from my eyes. I managed to capture a few final shots as they rode away to redeem my earlier mistake.