The Yellowstone west entrance is melting down. On the first Saturday in May, patches of snow are everywhere. Bison cross the road in front of the car, heads turned toward us, eyes wary, always moving forward to the other side. One of the first bison calves born this spring clings to its mother and moves awkwardly, still not used to its legs.
It’s chilly at 5:30 p.m., but clear and there’s plenty of light. We turn left at the Madison Junction and head towards Norris. We’ve heard a grizzly sow and her two yearling cubs have been feeding on a carcass in that area and hope they’ll be there tonight. The remnants of winter are striking: ponds and lakes still frozen over, trees and meadows dusted with snow. We travel slowly, looking from side to side, hoping to see something moving through the trees.