I rode out of Yellowstone and into Tetons National Park. The weather is sunny and warm now. Little streams of melted snow trickle everywhere, forming up into rivers and ponds, filling up blue lakes.
I also made a side-trip to Jackson Hole. The road follows a river running between the base of the massive Tetons and a wide, breezy plain. I felt like a speck of dust carried by the wind.
I've been listening to an audio book, "Sailing Alone Around the World" in which the author describes his voyage in a little boat on an endless ocean. A pleasant disorientation comes from listening to it in this landscape, where the endless sky and the endless sea become two facing mirrors that I can tumble between for whole afternoons.
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