Spring Hiking at Hyalite Reservoir | Bozeman, Montana
After much thought and contemplation, some idle fantasies placed aside but never to be forgotten, I have decided to meld my love of photography, travel, history, the great outdoors, people, and writing into one and start on blog "who even knows".0, maybe 5.0? I've decided to convert my blog into a photo/travel/life journal, moments, thoughts, and experiences captured and shared with all of you. I believe this will allow me the creativity liberties to write, whether it be a poem or narrative, in first or third person, and experiment with photography and photo editing. So without further ado welcome to my life, welcome to Bri's Adventures.
Where: Hyalite Reservoir | Bozeman, Montana
*Crescent Lake & Palisade Falls
When: May 2018
Trail Distance: ~6.5 miles due to road closures
Crescent Lake is located a mile and half up, in the spring, a very snow packed trail. Only once did we sink down into the snow enough so that we may or may not have screamed, perfectly acceptable in nature; however, as animals should be made aware of your presence, fairly warned before they attack or we approach and everyone has a bad day. On the way up we chatted about future adventures, personal and professional endeavors, even where to buy decent workout pants. On the way down we of course chatted almost exclusively about cheeseburgers, what we like on them, where to get them, and how much we really wanted one to drop out of the sky. The snow run off was beautiful, creating unofficial streams and brooks that will soon dry up. I often think about the seasons and that, depending on when you visit, moments are sometimes unseen or lost for others. It's as though the world and I connect on a personal level, her showing me things other will never see and me finding places within myself that I will use to better those around me. Crescent Lake itself was littered with fallen trees, algae, and overall had an unappealing orange/dirty look and feel. I am strangely turned off by warm tones and much perfer colds and blues. A few ducks flew away as we approached and only a few moments were needed to take photos and move onto our next location.
Palisade Falls 0.7 miles. Although normally 0.7 miles, our day ended up a little longer. The road to Palisade Falls trail head was being repaved so we parked at a lower parking lot and ended up clocking about 6.5 miles that day; our initial plan estimating 3-4. I never complain about extra miles though. The waterfall was absolutely beautiful. We climbed the side of the falls, thirsty, hungry, and hot, looking to enjoy the cold beverages we sneaked in our packs. I had never tried White Claw but I do believe it will be the drink of the summer, the drink intended for hot days, days spent in the mountains and on the water.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I don't know if that is true, especially when everyone and their uncle has a camera these days, but I can tell you that a picture, and some advantageously placed words, definitely paint a picture. I bought a Polaroid camera when I was living in Reno but didn't use it. I have decided to take one or two, sometimes four, pictures of each place I visit, collect them in a book, and write a photo journal of that day, whether it be how I was feeling, who I was with, revelations about life, even animals or plants that I saw; free to write about whatever relates to that day.