The Hunt: LA 10.9.13

The Hunt

A true Story

     It was early morning in Yellowstone Park, and its inhabitants were active, the animals. We had driven  to Lamar Valley - a popular place for spotting animals. Our car drove us through loops, gullies, and hills to get to our destination. Finally we arrived at our intended spot, on  a rise in the clearest spot of the Lamar Valley. We scanned the view using our binoculars. Bison thundered across dirtied roads and in the distance they dotted the vista. Most of the people that stopped were hoping for bears. Suddenly I spotted an elderly couple pointing their fingers to a point and excitedly whispering. My curiosity grew. I walked up to them and asked, "Excuse me, but, what are you looking at now." The woman replied, "You see there, there is a grizzly out there ya see it." "Yes, oh my gosh, it is a bear, a wild one." I chimed. I dashed to my mom to get my handy binoculars, I showed her it and soon all the tourists at that pullover had spotted the grizzly. Timed ticked on, the grizzly bear kept doing whatever it was doing. Its shaggy brown pelt only a speck in the distance to a human's naked eye. "Time to get into the car," my mom called out, I left and buckled my seatbelt. My sister and I exchanged a glance both thinking the same, "But I wanted to watch the grizzly bear". 
       
   Once ready we drowsily drove over the hill and the grizzly was no longer seen in my sight. Our car parked on a rise, my sister and I in no good mood, at 6 o'clock in the morning. I looked down at the ants scavenging for food and awkwardly thought what it would have been like to stay in the cabin. All of a sudden I jolted out of my daydreams, the whole crew (my family) was loading into our car. We went back on the road we came.
     
   I noticed that others were doing the same. Of course! Those two people said there are wolves; just up the road!
     
   I no longer felt like a drowsy "six o'clock in the morning 10 year old", in fact, I felt wide awake. "How cool is that, we are going to see wolves," I squealed, "Yes!" my mom agreed.
    
   Five minutes later our car parked rolled to a stop, everybody wanted to spot the wolves! It was crowded; kids of all ages, 80 year olds and you name it.
   
   Our car doors swished open, I ran to the railing overlooking a clear valley with a trickling stream, pine forests, bison, and elk - a wolf's favorite food.
  
   Maja and I struggled to get a view of the  vista, with all of the much taller tourists also trying to get a glimpse of Yellowstone's wild heart.
  
    "Over here!" my mom called over the quiet roar of the wind. We bounded toward her and the clear spot she reserved. "Look over there...", I said. Effortlessly I spotted a ghostly white shape moving towards a herd of elk. I used my binoculars and then spotted 2 more rugged grey pelts.