On our second full day in Yellowstone, we were greeted by this bison next to the trail on the Old Faithful Basin. So far, we’ve not seen any sign of a large herd of these woolly brown beasts, just a random individual or two wandering around.

Geysers, mud pots, hot springs, fumaroles, and streams are joined by the smell of sulfur and the sounds of escaping steam, boiling mud, rumbling cauldrons, birds, and occasionally falling rain. This is certainly the place to be when one wants their senses fully assaulted by nature.

Impenetrable windows into our earth, these hot springs come with plenty of warnings that to enter one is nearly certain death. To look from the safety of the boardwalk is the preferred way of observing them, but still, the imagination begs to see just below the surface and explore the plumbing that is out of sight.

Yesterday we turned right to circumnavigate the park, but today we went straight ahead at the fork in the road and ended up in Mammoth Hot Springs.

Landed in Idaho, drove to Wyoming, and now we are dipping into Montana at the Roosevelt Arch. President Theodore Roosevelt personally laid down the cornerstone of this entryway back in 1903

Around every corner, there is a sight to see. Nowhere in Yellowstone is one going to encounter disappointment.

In Lamar Valley, we spotted a giant herd of elk on a mountainside, but they were too distant to photograph with this particular camera. No matter because we are enchanted all the same.

Staying up north in Mammoth Hot Springs tonight, where everything is perfect for those willing to see the perfection in all there is.