And we headed home. On the way Calla asked roughly one million and one times when we were going to see a bear, all the while ringing her bear bell so they would hear her coming. She was happy--or rather delusional with exhaustion.
I was a bit sad to see this sign.
But I was comforted by the fact that we are headed back three more times this summer. And even though we didn't see a bear this time, we still could. And maybe a moose, too.
In West Yellowstone we stopped at the ranger station and found Ranger Anna there. The same ranger who had signed Grace up for the Junior Ranger program. Super nice ranger lady. You can tell she loves her job.
Grace had to take the Yellowstone Junior Ranger Pledge:
As a Junior Ranger, I promise to learn all I can about Yellowstone and to teach others to love and respect its beauty, its plants, and its animals.
She's pretty proud of her badge.
And Calla is pretty excited about her sticker.
The Junior Ranger program is for kids 5-7 years old. So Calla was still too little for that. But Ranger Anna is awesome. She had given Calla a paper with a bunch of animal pictures on it. Calla had to check off the animals she saw as she saw them. According to the paper one would get ten points for each check mark. A score of 70 was considered a good score. Calla had about 130 points. And she was thrilled with her sticker.
Yellowstone Park is a lot of fun. More fun than I was able to fit into these last five posts. It was this much fun, actually:
That was the scene the next morning when I got up. Yes, my kids slept in clothes because all their pajamas were dirty. But it didn't seem to bother them.
If you get a chance, ever, to go to Yellowstone, even if it's just for a day, jump on it. And if you happen to be coming to the International Babywearing Conference next year about this time, we're planning a Yellowstone trip one day during the conference.
Come join us! Bring the family. Make a vacation out of it. There is so much to do around here. Everyone's bound to have a great time.
PS: After nearly three straight days of babywearing and about 80 miles of walking and two million and two stairs (up and back you know), I must say that I was not the least bit sore. I was tired, but it was the kind of tired you get from being on a camping trip for three days with kids. A good tired. Yay for babywearing!!!
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.