Hello again, Montana!: Yellowstone National Park--Part 1

After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Yellowstone National Park--Part 1

Friday we took off for Yellowstone, with our new-to-us 1988 fifth-wheel in tow. And a box of Fruit Loops. I'll just say that was probably not the smartest thing I did. For the entire two hours to the camp ground, Grace and Calla were loopy. It was actually pretty funny.

So imagine two looped-up kids in the back seat while this is going past outside:

The first herd of bison we saw--but Calla missed them because she crashed off her sugar high and fell askeep.

To give you an idea of her loopy-ness, this is Grace after we pulled into the campground and Brent went to register. She went with him and came running back.

They had stamped a bison on her hand. And he was hairy. So she named him Harry. Smart kid.

This is Violet and me. We're excited to be out of the car, too.

After dinner, we went for a walk to see what we could see. Grace is looking a little more normal by now.

First off, Yellowstone is gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.

And there is evidence of wildlife EVERYWHERE. Grace's foot is about the size of a Bison hoof.

And bison rub on trees and leave some of their hair. See that brown fuzzy stuff?

And the freshest evidence of bison, yet.

No, we didn't run into any bison on our walk that evening. But that was okay. I didn't know if I wanted to see them up that close anyway.

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