Yellowstone had all sorts of amazing sights, from the many geysers of the volcanic plateau, to the bison grazing (enormous, mysterious animals), to the famous Yellowstone River falls of the yellow rock canyon, and the beautiful blue lakes and mountains. We hiked, took endless photos, and sat in the van in "bison jams" as the bison crossed the road in the early evening -- the unfortunate reality of humans and wilderness colliding. Old Faithful blows about every 90 minutes, timed pretty accurately by the park rangers. We watched at 3:10 pm together with about 1000 of our closest tourists pals. But enjoyed the many other steaming geysers just as much, sitting in beautiful pools of hot, turquoise, rust and white elements.
It was in Yellowstone where I reached my camping limit. It was freezing in the tent, despite my many layers, and at about 4 am, I told Reid, "I'm done with camping, and I'm not sleeping here again." Packing up the tent, I also had a small anger meltdown -- just too much close proximity with family for a bit too long. We lucked out and got a heated cabin for a night by the historic Yellowstone Lake Hotel. Ahhh, hot shower and hot breakfast!
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