y husband and I put our canoe in at Mallard’s Rest and paddle out into the middle of the Yellowstone River.
Cottonwoods in shades of mustard and amber line the bank. Smoke from the Antelope Fire in Yellowstone
National Park shrouds the mountains in a mist that make them seem more like silhouettes than the three-
dimensional behemoths they really are. We slip paddles into the river and listen to the drip, drip, drop as they shed water when
we bring them forward for another stroke.
The Yellowstone River carves through some of America’s most inspiring scenery. It starts in the mountains in the Thorofare region of the
country’s first National Park. It fills and drains into Yellowstone Lake (the largest alpine lake in the United States) before dropping over Upper and
Lower Falls in the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. The river winds through Black Canyon, past Gardiner, Montana, and into the Paradise Valley,
where we are.
by Melynda Coble Harrison
On The Yellowstone