Stepping Into the Icebox: A January Visit To Yellowstone National Park
Rocky Mountain air starts out dry, and then the sub-zero cold of its winters pulls out just about all of whatever atmospheric moisture remains. The result is not just a crystal clear sky, but one that seemingly is magnified. Looking at the constellations above Craig Pass in Yellowstone National Park, it sure seemed possible to reach up and pluck a star out of the night.
But I wasn't about to pull my gloves off, not while standing on snow in temperatures that had slipped down below zero degrees Fahrenheit just as the sun slipped down below the western horizon. In fact, I wouldn't have been standing in the snow at all had the throttle cable on the old Bombardier snowcoach not literally froze-up as we shuttled from Flagg Ranch just south of the park to Old Faithful and the warm, welcoming confines of the Old Faithful Snow Lodge. The freeze-up was a blessing in disguise, though, as it forced the coach's occupants out beneath that pin-holed night sky while Zack, the driver, pulled up the floorboards to remedy the situation.
The Big and Little Dippers were easy to spot overhead, but my lack of celestial navigation greatly limited what other constellations I could accurately identify. Orion no doubt was up there, too, and so too Gemini. Fortunately, in light of the biting cold, spotting others wasn't possible as Zack quickly fixed the throttle cable and I soon was walking through the front doors to the Snow Lodge.
Cold notwithstanding, the night skies over Yellowstone are fascinating, as is the relative silence that cloaks the park when snow-bound roads prevent wheeled-traffic from shuttling around the Grand Loop. It's against this starry, quiet backdrop that Xanterra Parks & Resorts, the concessionaire that operates the park's lodges, inns, and hotels, offers evening Steam Stars & Winter Soundscapes tours in the Upper Geyser Basin, treks that lead you into the night where your eyes study the skies and your ears capture the fizzing, plopping, whooshing, boiling, and sputtering of the basin's waterworks.
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Just as many folks head to Death Valley National Park in mid-August to measure themselves against that park's searing heat, I had returned to Yellowstone in winter after a nearly decade-long absence in search of a true Rocky Mountain winter, one with cold so nasty it can freeze your skin in minutes, one that dumps foot after foot after foot of snow as the days on the calendar tick by, and the journey earlier this month largely (I wished for more snow) did not disappoint. While I'd like to think the park was welcoming me back, it was merely the coincidence of my late-afternoon arrival in the park that washed the mountains with the orange and pink hues of alpenglow.
Throughout my visit overnight temperatures quickly dropped not just below zero, but deep below, to 30 and 40 degrees below even before the wind began to blow. That's not cold enough to freeze your spit in mid-air, as was the case with the character in Jack London's To Build A Fire, but those still can be dangerously cold temps if one doesn't come prepared. The cold of -20 degrees Fahrenheit and below seems to soak into any exposed flesh much like water soaks into a sponge.
But such cold also can create spectacular settings. Trees near geysers quickly are covered not just in hoar-frost from the bitter cold, but also in layers of rime that result when the water and steam from the eruptions coat trunks and branches. In the lodgepole forests there's the occasional cracking and popping as trees struggle with the cold. Heavy snows bend trees into submission, and result in curious bends and twists in trunks stuck for so long in those positions throughout the park's long winters that the contortions become permanent. Steam from geysers, fumaroles, and hot springs you might not notice when the air temperature is in the 70s stands out under the cold like so much smoke curling skyward from campfires.
An early morning mile-long hike to the top of the Observation Point above Old Faithful was comfortable as long as I kept moving, but my beard and mustache quickly iced over as the moisture in my breath froze. Fingers that stayed out of my gloves too long to snap photos possibly suffered first-degree frostbite as they seemed more susceptible to cold down the road. Down below Observation Point, the geyser basin appeared lake-like as steam spread out like an undulating blanket under the colder cap of air, hiding what was down below.
The cold can't muzzle Yellowstone's geothermal wonders. Old Faithful's actual eruptions do become a bit harder to make out, as the intense cold creates even more steam around this national park icon than you see in summer. But that makes for more interesting photos as the breezes push the billowing clouds around. Excelsior Geyser in the Midway Geyser Basin continues to dump 4,000 gallons of water per minute into the Firehole River during eruptions no matter how cold it might be. And while the terraces at Mammoth Hot Springs are engulfed in swirling banks of steam, breezes poke holes to allow momentary glimpses of the thermals down below.
The cold does seriously tamp down visitation to the park. I had the boardwalk that winds through the Upper Geyser Basin to myself, conditions perhaps best suited for noting the geothermal machinations. They say the buried plumbing of the basin's features are largely interconnected, and I saw evidence of that first-hand while working my way back along the boardwalk to Old Faithful for its scheduled 9:49 a.m. eruption one morning. Watching my step on the ice-coated boardwalk, my eyes caught the sputtering of Anemone Geyser. Stopping to get my camera focused, I was startled when Plume Geyser just over my left shoulder erupted in a mix of steam and water. These eruptions proved a precursor to Old Faithful's show, which went on on schedule minutes later.
Wildlife in Yellowstone seemed little put off by the temperature. Bison continued life uninterrupted, either resting on the ground chewing their cud, standing and using their massive heads to bulldoze snow out of the way to reach the few nibs of grasses beneath, or simply standing in place. Three trumpeter swans in the Firehole River seemed impervious to the cold. At one point they dipped their heads into the river and seemed to bathe. American dippers -- Water Ouzels -- continued to dip beneath the surface of rivers in search of meals. Bald eagles surveyed the landscape as they drifted by overhead, and coyotes remained on the prowl. Twice I paused to watch two of these canines stalk mice or voles beneath the snow, freezing every muscle ever-so-briefly before pouncing on their quarry, and then raising their heads to chomp, chomp, chomp the meal.
Elk also were readily visible -- one cow was spotted standing in the Firehole while munching on shoreline vegetation -- and one afternoon I encountered a scene filled with two moose -- one lying comfortably in the snow, another standing nearby. Wolves didn't make an appearance, though I apparently missed one howling in the Upper Geyser Basin by less than an hour.
Though Yellowstone often is seen as a single entity -- its geysers, wildlife, and landscapes all wrapped into one package -- it has many divisions of visitors. Just as there is a culture of wolf watchers that flood the Lamar Valley, there are geyser gazers who sit for hours before a particular geyser to watch its perturbations and record its behaviors, and there are birders who pan the forests, meadows, and river corridors with binoculars to track the park's many species.
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Winter travel in Yellowstone is not easy, and can at times be incredibly dangerous. For more than a decade now the snowcoach vs. snowmobile debate has dragged on, and there's no end in sight. Both have merits, and both have pitfalls.
Snowcoaches can lurch along in certain snow conditions, and older models can be cold and noisy. Indeed, during the ride into the park in the Bombardier we were offered blankets and ear plugs. Newer versions, though, are truly more like "coaches." The ride, while at times still lurching, is much more comfortable and the large windows that remain clear thanks to defrosters offer expansive views across the landscape. Drivers double as interpretive guides, and their microphones make it easy to hear their interpretations. And they can stop...almost on a dime...so you can get out to take pictures.
Snowmobiles in theory offer more freedom of exploration, but it can come with a price. During a stop at the warming hut at Madison Junction I listened as snowmobilers lamented the deep cold -- it was at least 20 below zero -- that was icing up their goggles and sunglasses behind their helmet's visors as the condensation in their breath quickly froze. Indeed, imagine riding a snowmobile at 30 mph in minus-20 temperatures? The resulting windchill is a downright deadly -53 degrees! And yet, overhead the sky was a deep blue, the snow covering the meadows painfully white to unshaded eyes, and the Gibbon River flowing choked with ice flows. It was a setting not to be missed due to the cold.
Winter travel can be challenging in Yellowstone no matter what your form of transportation. But then, shouldn't it be that way?