In Yellowstone, where geysers hiss and buffalo roam like shadows of the Old West, the Storm Point Trail whispers of a quieter thrill. It’s a modest loop—just 2.3 miles—but don’t let its brevity fool you. This trail packs the kind of wonder that happens when sky kisses water, and the soul gets swept into the embrace.
From Indian Pond, you step into a meadow painted with wildflowers—red, yellow, and purple confetti against the canvas of Yellowstone’s untamed green. Pines line the horizon like silent sentinels (not in our language today!) keeping watch. It’s an easy walk, the kind where your mind drifts while your senses awaken to the symphony of nature around you.
The crescendo comes when you break through to the shores of Yellowstone Lake. Storm Point lives up to its name: jagged rocks frame the shore, and wind whips the water into a ceaseless rhythm, each wave a heartbeat of the lake. On gusty days, it feels as if the lake is breathing, alive with an energy that tingles through the air.
Stand still here. Hear it all. The rustle of lodgepole pines, the chatter of ground squirrels, the distant screech of an osprey. Marvel at the dance of marmots scurrying across boulders. Even the wind carries stories—whispered in gusts that curl around you like a playful spirit.
The loop ends far too soon, pulling you back toward Indian Pond. But you’ll leave with more than memories—you’ll carry a slice of Yellowstone’s soul, tucked quietly into your own.
Storm Point Trail