Call Of The Wild

Call of the WildWinter scene: There is a slight crust of ice on the snow, which lies tight against the meadow. My skis make the sound of a zipper closing as I approach the mineral springs at Yellowstone. The superheated water throws off plumes of steam. Buffalo move, or don't move, as they see fit. Their hides are covered with mica chips of snow and ice. They look like mint-condition nickels set into blue-velvet air. I look around. There are no tourists, no crowds, no cameras. Only this memory.W...