It is hard to believe that it was only one week ago we set up camp here in Gros Ventre. Everything was gray: the leafless trees, the stony ground with last year’s grass, and the damp sky. Since then the grass has sprung to life and is four inches of lovely crisp green spikes. AContinue reading “Back in the Saddle”
This whole experience with Dave has been its own special gift. And now I have three days, on my own, in this special place. I have no specific plans for this unexpected lagniappe, just some general ideas — so we’ll see what happens!
22 degrees at 5:15 on a Memorial Weekend morning — are you kidding me?? We stick close to home this time and decide to photograph one of the two Moulton barns that we can see out behind the cabin. Already the space for taking the iconic photo of the barn is colonized by a flock of photographers. Okay, so we find more creative places to wait for the sun to rise.