The last day of NaBloPoMo calls for a last look at West Yellowstone, as the Yellowstone Ski Festival comes to a close.
Rather than returning to the Rendezvous Ski Trails (as I did in in this post), I ended my time in West Yellowstone with scenes from along the trail that leads into Yellowstone National Park.
Walking toward the entrance gate of Yellowstone National Park with skis and poles in hand, a sun dog greeted my friend and me, its rainbow shimmer suspended above the trees. Looking back toward town, the clear sky afforded a classic view of the mountains looming in the distance.
We skiied to the Wyoming-Montana border, and then veered left.
The trees opened up to the Madison River valley, with snowy mountaintops rising beyond it. The amazing view was a Thanksgiving gift.
We stood at the overlook for a period of time, taking in each frosted treetop, each branch covered in delicate ice crystals that were iridescent in the morning sunlight.
We returned the way we came, with classic skis following the single track back to the gates of the Park.
“Mountains inspire awe in any human person who has a soul. They remind us of our frailty, our unimportance, of the briefness of our span on this earth. They touch the heavens, and sail serenely at an altitude beyond even the imaginings of a mere mortal.” ~ Elizabeth Aston
Ciao! ~ Kat