Eggs and Rain

We made it through our days at Yellowstone, and dropped off Eric at the airport in Bozeman, Montana for his lengthy journey back to Burbank.

Yellowstone.

Quite a place. I have never been anywhere like it, and wonder if there's any similar place on Earth. To be sure, the geothermal features and oodles and oodles of forest/lakes/streams/rivers/waterfalls/hikes is simply amazing. The animal experience is incredible.

But man, I wish we had better weather and perhaps a little planning foresight. The weather for the first few days was incredibly cold and wet. High of 42, and the first two days was rainy and wet. We didn't let it dampen our adventure, but it did dampen our enthusiasm a bit to have frozen wet fingers and toes. Definitely reminded me of my childhood a bit. It even flurried on the second day.

By the third day, the rain had mostly stopped but the cold gray weather continued. It definitely brightened our moods a bit to be dry. We had a lovely hike along Yellowstone River Picnic Trail. Both kids had their meltdowns at different times, as expected, but overall it was amazing through meadows and above the Tower canyon.

It was great spending time with Eric. We booked hotel rooms since we all couldn't fit in The Daisy Dodger. And learned the Yellowstone reminds me of rotten eggs and rain.