A long weekend in the northeast corner of the park, a day on Fan Creek, and a few quick stops at favorite roadside holes on the Gallatin were about it. It seems to be this way every year, all of a sudden closing day nears and I wonder where the time went.
And so on the first Sunday of November I arose to a cold dawn, leaving a warm bed and the beautiful woman sleeping within it. It was closing day in Yellowstone, one last chance. It's a long off season.
|The last one of the 2013 season.|
|A nice Madison buck.|
|Brews and views above the Gibbon.|