





We went in the East Entrance.



I never expected a National Park to have an in-house diner, but we were happy to find it, and bellied up to the counter for breakfast.

Our Junior Ranger on the lookout for tracks and scat.

The Yellowstone Fishing Bridge, on the north end of Yellowstone Lake, gets its name from the bridge that was here in 1902. Fishermen stood elbow to elbow along edges during high season catching cutthroat trout. Fishing is no longer allowed on it due to the diminished trout population.

Mud holes,

lily pads,

ravines,

waterfalls,

geysers,

and other fascinating thermal features...

Yellowstone contains half of he world's geysers. It's an angry area...all that volcanic activity brewing beneath the surface...erupting sporadically. They are interesting formations from above, however I'd love to see what's going on underneath.

This one boils continuously.


All that combined, in my opinion, does not come close to the view at Artist Point. It is spectacular beyond words.


We had thought about camping in the park, and heading out the next day via the West Entrance, but decided here to continue up and exit through the north. For some reason, I like when the route changes.

On our way to a campground in Livingston, MN. Looking at the map, I see that Bozeman is now on our path...
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