We were driving through construction on our way around the south loop in the morning, and suddenly Dad calls out, "LOOK!" We decided it was, in fact, a black bear due to the muzzle shape and shoulder height. Just kidding. It was black colored so we just assumed.
Dad and I were heading on our adventure to the brink of the upper and lower falls of Yellowstone River. A large group of people were crowding around something at the edge of the parking lot. It was a big old honking MOOSE! He was just standing there soaking up the attention. I swear, he looked like he was posing. You can't tell how velvety his antlers were from the picture. You can't see how the sun glints of the planes of his back from the picture. It was amazing and Mom, Alex, and Sus were super jealous.
Firehole River was a lot warmer than Yellowstone Lake. Dad estimates it was 80 degrees compared to the 45 at the lake. The slow moving current cooled everyone off in the shallows stream, and if you could find a nice rock to anchor to, then the river cushioned you and it was just as nice as an inner tube or floatie.
Dad wanted to walk down to the very edge of the Lower Falls at Yellowstone River, and I wouldn't miss a view like that. The two of us made our way down the 12 switchbacks to reach the overlook. Going down was hard on the knees. Going up was hard on the heart. The view was 100% worth it. The canyon almost didn't look real. I feel like the pictures look like something taken off a green screen. There aren't words that can really describe the immensity or the color or the feeling that comes with standing out there with the falls thundering and the mist spraying. I was in awe. This was the climax. The entire trip lead up to this moment, and I was blown away.
Dad and I were heading on our adventure to the brink of the upper and lower falls of Yellowstone River. A large group of people were crowding around something at the edge of the parking lot. It was a big old honking MOOSE! He was just standing there soaking up the attention. I swear, he looked like he was posing. You can't tell how velvety his antlers were from the picture. You can't see how the sun glints of the planes of his back from the picture. It was amazing and Mom, Alex, and Sus were super jealous.
Firehole River was a lot warmer than Yellowstone Lake. Dad estimates it was 80 degrees compared to the 45 at the lake. The slow moving current cooled everyone off in the shallows stream, and if you could find a nice rock to anchor to, then the river cushioned you and it was just as nice as an inner tube or floatie.
Dad wanted to walk down to the very edge of the Lower Falls at Yellowstone River, and I wouldn't miss a view like that. The two of us made our way down the 12 switchbacks to reach the overlook. Going down was hard on the knees. Going up was hard on the heart. The view was 100% worth it. The canyon almost didn't look real. I feel like the pictures look like something taken off a green screen. There aren't words that can really describe the immensity or the color or the feeling that comes with standing out there with the falls thundering and the mist spraying. I was in awe. This was the climax. The entire trip lead up to this moment, and I was blown away.