Yellowstone National Park, Wyo. — We were searching for villains. Legendary bad guys that huff and puff and blow houses down. Evildoers who frighten boys named Peter and girls named Little Red Riding Hood. Fiends in sheep's clothing.
Big. Bad. Wolves.
We got lucky right away. At least, we thought we did: "There's one," shouted photographer Hal Stoelzle soon after we entered Yellowstone National Park last winter.
The animal was about 100 yards away and seemed to be digging in the snow. Hal jumped out of the car, sank deep into a snowdrift and then decided to set up a tripod with a long lens rather than venture farther into the field. Twenty minutes later, his face had turned scarlet from the wind and 15-degree temperature. The bushy-coated digger was still pawing at the ground in the distance.
Nature travel has its drawbacks. Especially when subfreezing temperatures and snow flurries are part of the picture. But winter in Yellowstone has an upside too. It's the best time of year to spot wildlife: bighorn sheep, elk, pronghorn antelope, bison, coyotes, even wolves, successfully reintroduced to the park 10 years ago this week and now the park's main winter attraction. All can easily be seen from the roads of northern Yellowstone, near the park's boundary and the Wyoming-Montana border.
Hal and I had signed up for a two-day wolf-watching program that would begin before dawn the next day. But, hey, maybe we could find a wolf or three on our own, we thought, as we drove the icy park road from the north entrance at Gardiner, Mont., to the northeast entrance at Cooke City, Mont., the only road open all year.
About a mile from our first sighting, we spotted two more of the creatures trotting across a field. Again, they stayed in the distance. Farther on, we pulled over at a lookout point to admire the scenery. As we were gazing at a frozen waterfall, a wolfish face popped up over a snowy berm about 8 feet away. Its snout was dusted with crystals of ice. I gasped in delight. Hal clicked off a few frames before it darted away.
We congratulated ourselves on our great luck. Then I spotted a sign half-buried in snow: "Don't harass the coyotes," it read, "for your sake and theirs."
"You don't suppose that was a coyote instead of a wolf?" Hal asked.
"No," I said flatly. "Coyotes don't look that good. They have mangy coats and sort of slink around."
