It was the first week of September 2020 when the fire started just north of Bozeman, Montana. They called it the Bridger Foothills Fire and it burned approximately 10,000 acres before it was finally brought under control.....
(Note: the first three pictures were sent to me from a friend in town and were not taken by me. I thought they were incredible so I'm sharing with you).....
When the smoke finally settled down and the skies turned to a pure blue, we drove east and stopped along the banks of the Yellowstone River where we set up our camp.....
Since the volunteer position never materialized we were again in no hurry.....
Our days were filled with hikes along the banks of the Yellowstone River, Tanner swimming in the cool crystal clear waters, and sometimes just sitting idly by watching the fishermen as they loaded and unloaded their drift boats.....
We finally departed the banks of the Yellowstone River and we drove east.....regretfully leaving behind the snow capped peaks of Montana.....
We continued driving until we had nearly reached the Atlantic Ocean and here we stayed with our best friends where we relaxed on a couch and watched the big screen tv, fell asleep each night right there with the remote in hand, ate hot meals at the dinner table and had fantastic conversations.....took hot showers morning and night. Our stay was much too brief.....no debating that fact. Then it was back on the highway.....we drove west.....once again returning to Montana.....
.....and we slowly eased back into the ways of the backcountry wanderer.....