1.0Le Mouchinghttps://lemouching.com/en/Cyril Kamirhttps://lemouching.com/en/author/cyrilkamir/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="nTzdcEZWHE"><a href="https://lemouching.com/en/2012/02/firehole/">FIREHOLE</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://lemouching.com/en/2012/02/firehole/embed/#?secret=nTzdcEZWHE" width="600" height="338" title="“FIREHOLE” — Le Mouching" data-secret="nTzdcEZWHE" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://lemouching.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> In the morning we all loaded into the van. There was this sweet and sour smell of old waders, so we had to drive all windows open. The road from Last Chance to the Firehole was pure bliss… the higher we went the colder it would get… We stopped at Bud Lilly’s in West Yellowstone where we all bought tons of flies and spent too many dollars… As we were driving up to Old Faithfull, the air got colder yet, […]