We didn’t really go over the river, but we did have to go through a large buffalo herd. On our hike into Yellowstone’s Hayden Valley, buffalo were on the move far from the trail.
On our return trip, however, they were close by, on and around the trail, too many to skirt without hiking extra miles. So in we plunged, cows with calves giving us the eye, large individuals picking their heads up to look, expressions of indeterminate intent on their faces.We reached a clump of trees and waited quietly, hoping to accustom them to our presence. Some, not close by, were making a deep lowing, almost a growling sound. We had heard this sound from afar earlier in the day and prayed it was not directed our way. When they began to graze again, we continued to walk. My steps were slow and deliberate, accompanied by a soothing Sanskrit chant. At least it calmed me down. The buffalo seemed mildly interested. They kept chewing and did not get up. Please don’t get up!
Almost through the herd, I turned around to see someone in ranger’s uniform close behind me. He was almost running, his two walking poles moving at race speed. So much for slow and deliberate. My first thought was that he was hurrying to give me a ticket. But he thanked us for showing him the way! Oh, and thank you for not stampeding them!
Here’s the picture I took when finally through. They don’t seem bothered, do they?