Goodbyes

Goodbye whistle pigs, you early hibenators, already long asleep in your dens.
Goodbye mosquitos, a blessedly short season.
Goodbye Asian kids, returning home after grand trips to San Fran, New York, Las Vegas.
Goodbye co-workers, one by one returning to homes, families, school.
Hello snow?
Goodbye horseback rides and bus tours and cookouts.
Goodbye tourists with unknown faces, checked in and out 100 plus a day.
Goodbye foreigners who don't speak English. "Thank you, goodbye," we say to each other for a lack of anything better.
Goodbye green leaves and sage brush and elk bugling in the middle of the night.
Goodbye to all the young ladies who were entertained by Alex's antics in the Terrace Grill.
Goodbye to bad food, long hours (or short hours, depending on the time of year), and unusual co-workers.
Goodbye Boiling River. We will miss you.
Goodbye Yellowstone National Park.