Bison of Yellowstone

I sat in my car and waited. A line of cars sat waiting ahead of me and more cars sat in line behind me. Even though we were on our way through Yellowstone Park and had not yet reached any of the geothermic sights, no one was in a hurry to get moving. Why? Lots of Bison were in the way. Actually not just in the way but migrating up the road.

I watched in awe as they plodded up the road on both sides of the car. They were so close I could reach out and touch them, heck I could even smell them (which isn't exactly a pleasant order). They continued their way up the road, one massive bull was so close I thought for sure he was going to hit my rental car or the car of at least one person in the line. I nervously decided I had to take some pictures so rolled down the window and pointed my camera. I took several pictures and started a video when nerves got the best of me and rolled the window up again.  Of course though, the desire to take more pictures would eventually win out again and down went the window again.

We all waited for about ten minutes before the herd had finally moved on enough that the cars ahead of me began to move. One by one the way cleared and the final bison moved past my car. I took a moment and watched as they moved away. I'll never forget the sound of those hooves clopping on the asphalt of the road, nor will I forget their massive size, rough looking coats. Of course there is always the smell. I will never forget the smell of a nearby bison.