My previous post was all about our trip to Livingston, Montana for my brother’s wedding. We happened to be a short drive from Yellowstone National Park. Yellowstone is the kind of place you hear people talking about your whole life. Kevin has been there before and convinced me it was worth all the fuss. We actually got pretty caught up in the North side of the park and never even made down to famous Old Faithful. That’s okay; there was hardly any traffic and so much to see where we were.
My mother let me borrow her telephoto camera lens, and I had much fun experimenting and getting close ups of places I could barely see. Lugging two cameras around Yellowstone was so worth it. The photo opportunities are amazing.
Bear with me. There’s a lot of pictures here, but I promise they’re easy on the eyes.
First, we have the buffalo:
Just a bit further down the road came many, many geysers!
It was amazing to me to watch the cycles of birth and destruction ever-prevalent around Yellowstone. The boiling hot landscape could be particularly harsh on the trees, and the evidence of their struggle lent a particularly eery look to Yellowstone’s landscape.
More signs of new life around Yellowstone:
We haven’t even gotten to the elk yet:
Might I also introduce you to our lunch spot?
And our friend the coyote?
And Mammoth Hot Springs on our way out!
What a lovely day.