Friday morning after a breakfast of eggs and thick cut bacon grilled over a wood fire, we packed up and headed toward our long anticipated destination of Yellowstone. Upon entering the park, we stopped at the visitors center, got our information, and realized Old Faithful was scheduled to blow within the hour. Pulling into the parking lot we realized that the mecca of tourism was in front of our eyes. We just made it in time to watch her blow, an impressive display, and something we could check off our list as "done that".
It was hot, very hot; hot enough that we decided to go to our camp, set up and come back for the evening, hoping animals may be more active as well. When we finally arrived at our camp site in West Yellowstone, Montana, we were disappointed how far it was from the park. While we were only 6 miles from the entrance, the park itself is huge with the miles in between attractions causing much travel time.
Our return to the park that evening was rather disappointing, simply miles and miles of pine trees... the kids compared it to traveling to Minnesota. We did manage to see some hot springs, buffalo, and one very nice elk that came within 10 yards of us... We also viewed the Yellowstone canyon, a canyon with many colors from the minerals in the area. Our highlight was spotting our first wolf, it was dark enough that pictures did not turn out too well.
After the grandeur of the Tetons, Yellowstone was a disappointment. We are told and can verify that there are several different landscapes within the park; sadly, our first day was in what was considered the lest beautiful of them.
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| Old Faithful and her many viewers |
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| Buffalo, one of the first of many, the strangest animal we've seen. |
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| Yellowstone Canyon, the picture does not do the colors justice. |
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| Our friendly elk, he came within 10 yards of us and wouldn't look at us. |
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