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these hot spots is Norris Geyser Basin, con-
                                                               sidered the park’s most active thermal area.
                                                               Steamboat, regarded as the world’s tallest
                                                               geyser, lives here, but we never saw it. Maybe
                                                               that was because Steamboat is more fickle
                                                               than Old Faithful, gushing when it prefers
                                                               rather than when we prefer. But more likely it
                                                               was because the steam rising from the basin’s
                                                               ponds and fumaroles wrapped us in a world of
                                                               fog and ice. Sometimes we could not see be-
                                                               yond our reach. The park has installed walk-
                                                               ways, like boardwalks, above the hot springs,
                                                               because you can’t possibly walk there or you’d
                                                               be severely burned. Four feet of snow lay atop
                                                               these boardwalks, so we were stepping at the
                                                               level of the handrails, with snow-laden pines
                                                               on either side of us.
                                                                 When the wind picked up and snow lashed
                                                               our faces, we felt as if we had stepped into a
                                                               malevolent snow globe that was simultane-
                                                               ously enchanting and threatening. We stopped
                                                               and waited for the vapor to lift, and then con-
                                                               tinued down the trail to an array of steaming
                                                               ponds where air and ground merged in a bil-
                                                               lowing cloud of mist and snow. Separating
                                                               earth from air through this blur was impossi-
                                                               ble.
                                                                 At this point there were only three of us on
                                                               the trail — our guide, Kathie and me. It was so
                                                               cold I could barely see through my camera’s
                                                               viewfinder to click the shutter, but I could
                                                               never describe what I was seeing so I had to
                                                               photograph it. The haze parted and peeking
                                                               through this curtain of fog, about 100 feet
                                                               away, was a small herd of bison huddled on
                                                               the side of the pond for warmth and the possi-
                                                               bility of something edible in the melted earth.
                                                               As fog wafted in and out, the bison disap-
                                                               peared and reappeared. It was ethereal, even
                                                               mystical. This, I realized, was the moment I
                                                               had come all this way for. Leaving it was hard.












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