We woke at 9am in Yellowstone and hit the road Oregon bound. No time for Old Faithful, or Grand Prisma. I heard that jumping off the waterfalls in Fairy Falls is a must. I guess I’ll have to return one day. On the way out we saw Pronghorn, more Bison with their babies and Bull Moose. We suited up in Canon Village Montana with some pretty serious cowboy hats and drove straight until 5:55pm when the geography told us to stop. In Idaho Falls, just outside of Areo, off the Oregon Trail (US 20) was an ocean of lava, known as Craters Of The Moon. It was an ominous pit stop that was beautiful in its silence of life. Like Mother Nature paved over a huge lush garden that was now forever sentenced underground. My pictures don’t do Craters of The Moon any justice. It was stupid windy and tumble weeds were chasing us and sticking to my prized paintings, so I rushed this shoot. My inner Harley homing device directed us right at Idaho Falls Harley Dealership where I was offered a job and scored a classic black HD t-shirt. We settled down in Baker City Oregon late that night with sloppy chicken wings and a local rock band in a strip mall parking lot.
