This morning we woke up to 32 degree weather, not so great for a day at Yellowstone. Or so we thought. After the kids headed off to school, Jim, Jill and I headed for "the park." We saw Old Faithful, the Inn, Artist's Point, buffalo, coyotes, mule deer, long-horned sheep, and elk. Woo hoo! But I am a little worried about Jill, she didn't get to see a moose. She really needs to see a moose. She thought the mule deer were moose. Does anyone have a moose they can show Jill?
Not to be outdone by Saturday's bear-watching picnic, we took along a lunch and ate among the "Do Not Approach Elk" signs. Well, there were no elk at that particular place to be seen, but they should have had "Watch Out For Falling Pine Cones!" signs. Our picnic table, and our bodies were pelted with pine cones. Not the large, fluffy kind. But the small, torpedo-like kind. I think I have a welt on my back. (And I'm pretty sure we heard a squirrel high in the trees overhead, laughing at us!)
The weather warmed up nicely, to a balmy 64 degrees. So what do you do on a 64-degree day, after you've seen all the wildlife there is to see? Jump in the Boiling River. This was a repeat from our first trip to Yellowstone in July, and I can see, it's going to be a regular treat. We made it home by 6:30, just in time for me to make dinner and help the kiddos with homework! What a great day!