Location Taken: Yellowstone National Park
Time Taken: October 2012
In the land of large rocks, I sit and think.
Of lands where no one chooses to live.
Of places too rough for all but the hardy.
Of travels that take a day to go to a place a bird can fly in a minute.
The rock is hard below me, the few trees rustle in the wind.
The bite of winter is in the air.
I shall not tarry long on these strong stones, for I have far to go, on paths much gentler than the ones here.
