I have been dreaming about photographing Yellowstone in the winter for a long time. Maybe it is the Midwestern girl in me who is romantically remembering snow drifts from my childhood. Maybe it was Mark and my frantic binge watching of Yellowstone. Or maybe it was the fact I was reading Lonesome Dove for the fourth time and I couldn’t wait to see in person what drew Captain Call north of the Yellowstone river. Whatever it was…I couldn’t wait to get there. Winter is a little like childbirth, you forget what it is like until you are in the middle of it again. But there is no such thing as bad weather, just bad gear. So this San Diego girl, begged, borrowed and bought everything she would need to survive in this winter wonderland. Seriously, how bad could it get? Umm it was -15 one of the mornings we left for the park. It was 78 when I left San Diego for this trip, so yes, it was cold. But my gear kept me toasty, and our snow coach was always nearby if needed. Speaking of snow coaches, you can only enter the park by snow coach or snow mobile. The park grooms the roads, but in places, the snowpack on the road was close to six feet deep. You had to watch your step, because one wrong step and you would sink in the snow up to your knees or waist.
Red Foxes use their sensitive hearing and the magnetic north pole to help them zero in on their prey.