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My father had a dream. He had traveled a lot, from Spain and Italy to Mexico, California and the Grand Canyon. But he never made it to Yellowstone. In October 2000, just a day before he passed on, we talked about Yellowstone and started making plans for a trip that unfortunately never happened.
Six years later, I finally made it back to Yellowstone and all the time he was on my mind. I was thinking about how to honor his memory. And then, one day we tried to find a quiet place away from the tourist masses at Old Faithful and came along this little trail at the Firehole River.
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And here we found a little hot spring, feeding into the Firehole. It is not in any of the maps and it probably doesn’t have a name. So, I took the liberty to name it after my dad and "wrote" his initials, using little rocks. It made me feel like he finally completed his last journey.
My father liked to travel. And – despite his age – he liked computers. He would have loved geocaching, and I hope it is not too much to ask fellow geocachers to check on this place every once in a while.
Here are a couple more picture of the Firehole River.
Just click on the thumbnails to get the larger picture.
Photography was another one of my dad's hobbies. So, I find it only appropriate to honor his memory at a place that was good enough for Ansel Adams to take a picture.
Our picture, 2006
Ansel Adams' picture, 1941