We found them—around 300 elk, right near the road. They seemed unbothered, giving me all the time I wanted to capture the moment. It felt like a dream, trying to frame one, only to find another pair of deep eyes gazing back at me through the viewfinder. There’s something so moving about that shared acknowledgment, like they’re saying, “I see you, too.” It brought warmth to my heart on an otherwise cold morning.

Conor spotted a lone elk standing off in the pink morning light, fog trailing behind him. As he moved back to the group, it felt like he brought the light along, illuminating the herd and the snowy landscape. We watched young bucks, their antlers knocking together in a gentle play. The warmth of the sun finally reaching us all made it the kind of morning worth rising early for.

With my travel mug in hand, each sip became a part of the moment, the quiet, the reverence, and the beauty of this land. We craft these mugs for moments like this, so you can carry a piece of Wyoming’s magic wherever you are.