We drove down to Yellowstone for Mother’s Day weekend. Let me tell you, spring is the time to go to Yellowstone. It was very different from the July crowds…the hordes of vehicles that line the roads on hot days, the mad, snapping cameras pointed at every leaf and chipmunk. Of course, we did hit a different sort of traffic jam:
The downside…it was quite cold and windy, and not all of the roads are open yet. There was an amazing amount of snow for mid-May.
We entered via the West Yellowstone entrance. Once in the park, we almost immediately spotted a grizzly bear on the other side of the river.
Elk and bison were out and about in herds. Birds of all kinds made an appearance.
We drove to Old Faithful. It’s a large park and there were so many animals running around, we were sure to keep our speed in check. This resulted in a very long day. My son is at that age where every two minutes he has to check in.
“Are we at Oat Fateful yet?”
We thought this was hilarious. So we would say, “What was that?”
“Oat Fateful. Are we at Oat Fateful yet?
“Where are we going?”
“OAT FATEFUL!”
“What was that place again?”
“OAAAAAAAT FAAAAAAAAAAATEFUUUUUUUULL!”
We left the park through the Mammoth area. It was a great way to spend Mother’s Day weekend.
Posted in Family, Wildlife, Yellowstone
