“Want to see a grizzly?!” our fishing guide asked after having to reschedule our day floating the Yellowstone. “Um, yea!” was obviously our response. He proceeded to tell us about the local spot to see them and that we were just in time. In September they hyper feed, in preparation for winter, and come out of the mountains looking for a super nutritious root. At dusk, we were supposed to drive up a long winding dirt road to a loosely described scouting spot. “Don’t worry, you’ll know you’re there,” he assured us. We ended up spending a full day in Yellowstone Park and came out hungry, overstimulated, and tired. But I lead our rental car down the road he told us all the same. After what seemed much too long, we came across a couple trucks with Montana plates on the side of the road. Binoculars out, they waved to us to join them. And one of the men happened to be the Park Ranger who had mapped out and ideal route through Yellowstone for us that very morning. They had eyes on two grizzlies on the hill of a ranch and were beyond giddy. We were unequipped so they told us to use their binoculars and helped us spot them. There they were, larger than life and eating like their life depended on it (which it did). We stayed a while with our new friends, chatting about random things, watching the bears, and nibble on mini snickers bars someone had in their glove compartment. Once the sun set, they moved on to a moose sighting spot and we headed towards our AirBnB. I had goosebumps and started tearing up the drive back down the dirt road. This place, these people, those bears... I had to take this picture to remember that feeling.