I got a gloriously large latte every morning on our way out of West Yellowstone and we had the luxury of free time to just stop and watch anything interesting we happened to see.
What a wild place! You’ll be driving happily along through mountains and herds of huge animals, you’ll see beautiful rivers and thousands of acres of pine forests, then you’ll come around a bend and see something totally random like this (the above photo, that is).
My oldest girlie is on a boardwalk over some hot springs. There’s no way to describe the bizarreness of this place. It’s no wonder folks back east didn’t believe the stories of Yellowstone from the earliest white explorers.
It was the first time I’ve seen Old Faithful and it made me cry.
But I’ll venture that I’m not the first person who felt that way the first time they saw it :)
We saw so many places where water boiled up over the ground from who-knows-where. In some places it made pools like this one.
I dislike the magnificent lenses half the people there whip out and how it causes you, who were perfectly delighted with your nice SLR camera and handy little prime lens, to feel like yours is all of the sudden too, too small.
I love how visiting national parks is a good excuse to bundle your kids and the people that you love into one vehicle together and get into some beautiful creation.