The days are shorter, the temperature is cooling, and the leaves are beginning to turn. Yes, it’s fall in Warm River. It looks like we have two colors – the yellow of the aspens and the willows and the browns of the service berry bushes. Maybe next year we’ll be someplace where leaves turn red.
Our days are much quieter. It’s like someone turned the tap off. The hectic days of customers in and out, the Sunday shuffles, the parking mania – all gone in favor of a quiet campground with one or two trailers coming in along with the occasional tent camper. The joke in Yellowstone is that the changing of colors in the fall has nothing to do with the leaves and everything to do with the hair color of the visitors. In fall it changes from whatever to grey. That seems to be working here as well.
The customers who have come in September have had a pleasant surprise. The wooden bridge, which was
We've had quite a few bear sightings in the area, which makes sense. During August and September the bear prime imperative is to EAT. Eat. Eat. Eat in preparation for hibernation. The smell of our food is just way too tempting. A full grown grizzly was shooed out of the Buffalo Campground in Island Park just a few weeks ago. We still haven’t had a bear in our campground, but a couple camping with us spotted and photographed a grizzly across the river about a mile up the Railroad Grade trail last week. Several others have reported bear scat on the trail. Sigh - my trail running days are over – for now.