How you doin Bob?

After an intense storm, the clouds parted just before dusk to warm the land.

After an intense storm, the clouds parted just before dusk to warm the land.

Was in Jackson for the night. I guess the billionaires pushed out the millionaires, but there are still good people who enjoy the life near Grand Teton National Park just south of Yellowstone. John Kerr offered a place to spend the night after I picked up Patrick from the airport. There were a few close calls with the elk along the dark highway with only the Tetons silhouetted in the horizon. After locating the essentials from the per capita leading town and leaving the airport we made our way through a maze of dirt roads, down the foggy abstract street names, the Garmin confused and not a streetlight in sight. A note was left on the door with instructions along with some snacks. Through conversation we dwelled upon the possibilities of the upcoming final week in Yellowstone. There was a four hour drive ahead of us in the morning, supposing to arrive by noon for a shift. There was much stirring in the darkness as we trekked from the carriage house to the main where the bathroom was located. Soon enough the night had to be called so an early morning would be possible. After the struggle to rise and depart, we enjoyed a breakfast at some local joint with John Kerr. “Time to go.” Hitting the road a little before nine added a little edge to the deal but with little music on the radio couldn’t be sustained. Perhaps a thousand bison delayed our arrival and busy was Tower Ranger Station with medical after medical. Once unloaded and dressed I shuttled some law enforcement vehicles to their particular locations while everyone else struggled to let the day mellow out. The grizzly sow with two cubs crossing the road close by as I directed traffic made the shift end happily although I felt sorrow that it might be the last time I ever see her. Trying to take as many pictures and video these final days only serves to exacerbate the pain of departure. So Patrick and I sit tonight with drink and work on the lyrics and melody to the “untitled tower ranger goodbye.” The video will eventually posted of the Tower Ranger Station singing at the 2nd annual hobo party this Wednesday evening.

I believe it was hail, but we did not stop to ask.

I believe it was hail, but we did not stop to ask.

Cousin Patrick Coyne in the truck perplexed by the massive herd of bison.

Cousin Patrick Coyne in the truck perplexed by the massive herd of bison.

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