I’ve been to Yellowstone once before. It was the middle of
winter, I was travelling for work, and my client took me snowmobiling in
between locations on the weekend. It was a lot of fun, but aside from lots of
snow and trees, I didn’t really see much of the park, since it was all buried
under the winter blanket. This time was much different.
Yellowstone Park is huge—I mean, it takes a couple of hours
just to drive the loop without stopping. Our first day in the park, we stopped
to see Old Faithful on the way to our campground. We thought it would be a
quick stop, but ended up staying for a couple of hours, getting to see the
famous geyser erupt twice, and walk along the boardwalk to see probably a dozen
other geysers as well as lots of beautiful pools. We even were lucky enough to
see the Beehive geyser erupt—something that happens once, twice, or not at all
in a day.
Over the next couple of days, we saw lots of bubbling,
gurgling, splatting steaming geysers throughout the park. It’s pretty amazing
to look out into a white field on the side of the highway, and see steam coming
up from a dozen or so openings in the ground. The geysers and pools were all so
unique from each other—colourful, muddy, violent, gurgling, tiny, giant,
violent, calm. Just when we thought we were geysered out, we’d make just one
more stop and be amazed yet again.
We also saw lots of bison and even a couple of moose. At one
point, we got stuck in a traffic jam caused by a whole herd of bison crossing
the road in front—including the adorable little calves running after their
moms.
Yeah, go ahead, we can wait.