It was the summer of 2019. I was driving through Yellowstone National Park when I spotted something through the windshield that got my heart racing. A lone bison. I’d never seen one before. I pulled over immediately. When I stepped out of my car, the air felt heavy. I stared, stunned. I knew not to come any closer. Not because of a posted sign, but because of the energy in the air. It was eerily quiet. I could feel the bison’s gaze resting u...
