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[Image Description: Two MCC members taking a brief break; one is sitting on a rock, the other is standing nearby. They are both in their uniforms, looking out at the expansive, mountain view surrounding them.]

Yellow Crew in Yellowstone

A crew walks up a hillside with a bison in the background

Yellow Crew trekked back to the Thunderer Trail in Yellowstone National Park, simply because we missed the freezing bi-daily creek crossings. We couldn’t get enough of the trail that humbled us on day one and has kept us all on our toes since.

We know that if you time it right, you can catch a glimpse of the rising sun peeking through the canopy as you lace up your boots after crossing what felt like liquid knives stabbing our bare ankles and feet.

We know that you can find the best rocks near the massive root wad that lays only yards beyond the first set of switchbacks, but if you’re working on the lower part of the trail - closer to where that curious bison introduced himself to us - then you’d best travel off trail to the natural rock garden.

We know which drains were most arduous to dig out; and where every water bar lay, buried beneath the earth’s surface - a surface we forcefully disrupted in the name of conservation, but, as in line with the goal of a water bar: “no one will notice.”

We know how long it takes to hike down from that bend in the trail where the stream crosses and the fallen trees create a majestic arch, almost like the forest is welcoming you into its fortress.

We know that the bear box closer to the dried-up steam is the one that squeaks, but only on the right-side door. And, if you walk far enough up Pebble Creek you will find a cave with ancient, umber walls that swallow you and your crewmates whole, in a humbling, yet comforting way.

We know the best spot in Cooke City to spend an evening dancing amidst the mountains and harmonious sounds, surrounded by strangers who somehow all feel like friends you haven’t seen in a while. And if you want a burger with fries, you should skip the place with the red trim, because it’ll leave you longing for the Bistro across the way.

We know that only we know these things about this trail, this place. And despite yearning for even more recognition from the few day-hikers who pass us and thank us for our service or marvel at how hot it is, we know that this is bigger than us.

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