I went to Yellowstone to break the cycle. I went to Yellowstone to do the only thing I thought I could do to hold onto what I think is real and enduring. I went to Yellowstone to... well read on.
I left about 4:30 am on Friday the 1st of July. Still dark, but necessary so that I could be in the park before dark. Because some of you may not realize how beautiful the Pacific Northwest really is, here are some pictures of the Columbia Gorge as the sun was rising.


Eastern Oregon was just as beautiful. I don't know if those not from this area realize how different the terrain is there. The west side of the Cascades are like a rainforest, but the eastern side is framed by beautiful ranching valleys and mountain peaks. This valley is particularly beautiful:


As will become abundantly clear, I spent the 14 hours of my drive feeling pretty nervous. I was definitely putting myself out there. Risky. Vulnerable. But no choice in the matter.
Arriving in Yellowstone I came upon a beautiful double rainbow (yes, I am always looking for signs), the end of which dipped down into the Old Faithful basin - just where I was headed. I globbed onto this bit of symbolism because, of course, I was looking for all the ammunition I could find to be able to say to me... and to A. ... this was meant to be. It was a beautiful sight...


Seeing A. was like seeing my oldest friend. It was like no time had passed and everything was timeless... all at the same moment. More to come....




















