GOING YELLOW (or "Seeing all this water keeps making me have to pee!")

After four days at Glacier National Park, we headed off to Yellowstone. I've been there twice before, and if you've seen one bubbling pot of steam, you've seen 'em all--but Big Bore had his heart set on meeting Yogi and BooBoo, so Yellowstone it was--if only briefly (one evening and part of the next day.)

This visit turned out better than my previous two for several reasons. 1. Since we were there after Labor Day, the traffic wasn't as bad; 2. We saw some areas I hadn't seen before (Mammoth Hot Springs and the north visitor center, which is the old Fort Yellowstone filled with lots of historic artifacts); and 3. We got to see the Beehive Geyser make its daily eruption. It's bigger than Old Faithful and lasts longer. And we all know that bigger and longer is oh, so much better!   

After seeing the Beehive blast away, we went off to Old Faithful Inn so I could shop.  Big Bore was more fascinated with the inner structure of the building, which is, indeed, amazing.  

Big Bore says his favorite sight to see at Yellowstone was the Mammoth Hot Springs (above).  Mine was taking the hikes to see Lower Falls from both the overlook and at a distance (first pic). He said he would have liked the hikes a lot more if his left Achilles tendon hadn't been on fire. 

We ended our stay at Yellowstone with a picnic at a lake overlook. And who should pull over at the same spot at the same time but people from Kansas City who have relatives I know in, you guessed it, Eureka!  To borrow a catch phrase from another famous tourist trap, "It's a small world after all."  

Tomorrow:  Rocky Mountain National Park and the burning question: Will Big Bore's aching Achilles be ready for one last big hike?