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  • Back in 1976 I drove from Boulder to the Jackson Hole one long winter day and night.

    As I drove down from the top of Togwotee pass in my topless sports car, the moon was full and that little Fiat was cooking down that MT pass. Below the pass I saw the big meadows next to the Snake River and the Tetons MT and the big Jackson Lake.

    I was driving over 80 when I passed a road sign, about 3 AM, on the flat highway going down towards Jackson Hole. Standing on top of the sign was the biggest animal with wings I have ever send that close.

    I slowed down quickly, pulled over and turned in my seat with no top on the car. Just as I looked behind me, the big white Great Snowy owl lifted off the sign and came towards me - then circled above me ... then he left - flying gracefully off towards the north and yellowstone backcountry.

    Thinking back to the moment - I am rather glad he did not think I was something to eat - Or fly any closer to me.

    Art by Gorden D. 1991
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