I can’t hold it any longer. I leap out of my sleeping bag and into the frosty morning. My bladder is about to burst. Traffic rushes by while I dance my way into my shoes and fumble with my belt. The pedestrian lights up and I’m off. This is how every winter morning unfolds.
Its 5AM. I wake startled. Mother Nature soaked me overnight and its time to face the saturated morning. Reflecting on winter, rural America, and the journey to Yellowstone.