The 30+ year old tent trailer of Bill's childhood that he inherited this year. Many hours of elbow grease have been put into restoring it in time for our many camping adventures this summer. And I must say, well worth it...already countless memories made.
Pool at Biscuit Basin.
(Bill and Porter watched a young man jump the fence, walk out onto the fragile crust and stick his finger in the water to see just how hot it was.)
Yeah.
Makeshift sulfur mask.
GREAT socks.
Very,
very,
relaxed and contemplative.
5 bear sightings on one of the days we were there....this is one of 3 that we were able to see.
Going for a canoe ride ... in the back of the pickup.
Mud bath.
This masculine beast was the perfect photo-op.
Got to spend one of our days in Yellowstone with my parents. Here we are visiting the fantastic visitor's center/museum at Canyon Village that we love to go to - highly recommended.
Grand Canyon of Yellowstone
My mom and dad.
The best parents (and chauffeurs) one could ever ask for.
Watching his dad take a picture of the grizzly bear. (I'm thinking he looks rather mysterious and handsome in this picture :) --notice the many survival bracelets he's sportin'...he learned to make them at Scout camp and has made a bajillion of them. Grandma is even wearing hers, but I didn't get a picture.
BUT, there was one little critter out and about that the tourists photographed as much as
the bison,
the geysers,
the bears,
the elk,
and the waterfalls:
She even grabbed the attention of some black-leather clad, weather worn bikers and managed to melt them into a puddle of mush.
