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The morning walk at the lake’s edge was taken with 360 degree vision. On the shore line I found a series of magical circles, carefully made from stones and pebbles. The biggest measures 2 feet across and contained a series of symbols including a heart and a name, Aria. We had to move on as we had booked late but what good fortune that was. First stop was West Thumb Geyser Basin. We loved the sights but were disappointed that a fire had closed the road to Canyon Village; our route for the day. The Gods were with us because by lunchtime the road had re-opened. The first few miles were through burnt pine forests still smoldering and alight. A helicopter dropped its bucket into the Yellowstone River to disgorge on the burning embers on the other side of the river. This fire had been caused by a broken power line. The last fire in 1994? had caused evacuation of many campers. This fire was close to our RV site.
Anyway, moving on ……. Round the corner wagons were circled looking at something. It was wildlife …. A bison. And then two bison, then herds and finally bison wherever we looked. We stopped at the mud volcano. We walked the boardwalk to some extent but it involved passing sitting bison, very close and we were brave. The sights that grabbed us defy description; each geyser an individual portrait of colours and smells and around the next corner, another bison, closer than the last; 300 pounds of horned muscle. At one stage we passed a human traffic jam on one side of the bridge held back by the bison that sat atop of the bridge. It was reminiscent of the 3 Billy Goats Gruff. Eventually we returned to the RV just as a bison was passing in front of it. One hoped the encapsulated dog was being stilled.
At Canyon village, we admired the canyon and plunging river. It dropped 1000 feet in just a few hair pin bends. We viewed it from the South rim in its majestic macroscopic
Glory and then crossed to the North Rim and were engulfed in its immediate potency, as it rushed and spat past us in its rush to the Atlantic via the Gulf of Mexico.
Then onto our full hook up site for rigid walled vehicles only – bear country. Still no wifi. Kids are suffering extreme withdrawal symptoms.
Anyway, moving on ……. Round the corner wagons were circled looking at something. It was wildlife …. A bison. And then two bison, then herds and finally bison wherever we looked. We stopped at the mud volcano. We walked the boardwalk to some extent but it involved passing sitting bison, very close and we were brave. The sights that grabbed us defy description; each geyser an individual portrait of colours and smells and around the next corner, another bison, closer than the last; 300 pounds of horned muscle. At one stage we passed a human traffic jam on one side of the bridge held back by the bison that sat atop of the bridge. It was reminiscent of the 3 Billy Goats Gruff. Eventually we returned to the RV just as a bison was passing in front of it. One hoped the encapsulated dog was being stilled.
At Canyon village, we admired the canyon and plunging river. It dropped 1000 feet in just a few hair pin bends. We viewed it from the South rim in its majestic macroscopic
Glory and then crossed to the North Rim and were engulfed in its immediate potency, as it rushed and spat past us in its rush to the Atlantic via the Gulf of Mexico.
Then onto our full hook up site for rigid walled vehicles only – bear country. Still no wifi. Kids are suffering extreme withdrawal symptoms.
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