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We've all heard a winding river used as a metaphor for the many twists and turns that our lives often take. If my life is a river, I'd like to think it would be the Firehole. The river runs through steaming geyser basins, across meadows and forests full of wildlife, down delicate cascades and over rough rapids. It also carved a deep impression in my young imagination about wild places and natural wonder. I've visited often over the years, trying to somehow capture the river's unusual character. I'm anxious to try again--it's never long before my thoughts and my travels wander back to the banks of the Firehole.
Yellow Smoke
We've all heard a winding river used as a metaphor for the many twists and turns that our lives often take. If my life is a river, I'd like to think it would be the Firehole. The river runs through steaming geyser basins, across meadows and forests full of wildlife, down delicate cascades and over rough rapids. It also carved a deep impression in my young imagination about wild places and natural wonder. I've visited often over the years, trying to somehow capture the river's unusual character. I'm anxious to try again--it's never long before my thoughts and my travels wander back to the banks of the Firehole.