Misty Yellowstone Morning
I had survived a torrential thunderstorm motorcycling through the Beartooth Mountains in Montana the night before and the downpour had stopped early in the morning before I geared up and…
I had survived a torrential thunderstorm motorcycling through the Beartooth Mountains in Montana the night before and the downpour had stopped early in the morning before I geared up and…
The steed stood motionless as part of a quiescent stage of misty mystique.
The outer row of birch trees stand amidst the soft light and slight mist, contrasted against the dense forest of slender trees that disappear into the void of dark.
Motorcycling along the San Juan Mountains, in southwest Colorado (part of the Rocky Mountains), is among my favorite riding places in North America.
Oh how I love these cool, fall mornings!