Snowflakes
twist and glimmer like diamonds as they quietly fall, adding more white cover
to the already white landscape. Our steps crunch and squeak on the path that
leads to the cozy little log cabin that will be my friend’s and my home for the
next few days.
Tove and I are on a winter adventure in the northern section of Yellowstone
National Park. We stay at Buffalo Ranch in cabin number 13 – funnily enough the
exact same cabin my American cousin Janis stayed in last November.
The
wildlife viewing and landscape enjoyment began before we even entered the park
from the direction of Bozeman, Montana. We crossed the Yellowstone River
several times. Along the way, we spotted a soaring bald eagle, dainty pronghorn
antelope, and what we believe might have been a red-tailed hawk.
Once
ensconced at Buffalo Ranch, we fall into the daily rhythm: Sumptuous and
healthy breakfast at 6:15, drive out at 7:15 to view wildlife, hot lunch at
midday, snowshoeing in the afternoon, more delicious dining in the evening followed
by interesting and informative talks by wildlife experts. There is no time to
get bored, just pleasantly bone weary from all the activity, impressions and
fresh, cold air.
