The last thing I heard last night was the pines soughing with the wind. We woke up to fresh cold air of 38 degrees. It was time to break out the sweatshirts although we switched to shorts as the day progressed.
We left camp quite early in the morning forgoing breakfast (which we ate later out of the trunk of the car) because we knew it would be feeding time for much of the wildlife. Almost immediately we had another huge bison in the road. We saw a variety of wildlife, but no bears (which I really had hoped to spot) as we traveled along, and gave the binoculars a good workout.
The majority of our day was spent walking miles of trails through the geysers. The colors of Yosemite are so beautiful! A visit to Yellowstone wouldn't be complete without watching Old Faithful blow. As we watched I thought of my Grandfather, my Dad and Jim and I with all our young children, all watching the same geyser at different times over the years. While it feels like these volcanic mountains will endure forever, it amazes me to know that all this pressure lies below the surface of these mountains, and they could all blow up. I am so grateful that our nation has not only protected this beautiful land but also made it accessible to everyone.
We think we heard languages from every continent today and have seen license plates from about every state in the Union. I found the people as fascinating as the landscape.
We finally broke down and did some laundry this evening. It is probably a good thing to have a few responsibilities again!
Tomorrow we are headed toward Idaho. It should be a lovely ride through the mountains. This is our last night of camping for a while. I will miss the fresh air and the sounds of the outdoors, but it will be good to enjoy the simplicity and convenience of a hotel again.
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