I had camped in bear country in Alaska, but Yellowstone was a different matter. The bears in Yellowstone are more accustomed to people and had learned to associate humans with food. So camping outdoors in soft-sided tents (as opposed to campers and such) was forbidden. That was OK with me since it was also raining, and the long drives tended to make me want a decent bed and a shower at the end of the day. So when I arrived at Yellowstone I ended up staying in some cabins. This was my view in the morning when I woke up:
It was lovely, and the air was fresh and clear. The place was called Pahaska Tepee Resort.
As I drove into the park I could see evidence of the Yellowstone fires of 1988. Many large trunks still stood with evidence of a wildfire. I made it to Old Faithful with minutes to spare:
As I left the geyser, there was a traffic jam just outside the parking lot:
I didn’t have time to see all the geologic features of the park, and had just been to Iceland in June, so I only stopped at one feature, Artists Paintpots and hot springs:
I liked the milky mud pots that made fart noises, and smelled like them too!
On that leg of the trip I also saw a herd of elk, but didn’t see any bears. I was also getting tired of driving behind very slow tourists, mostly retirees who drove 10 miles below the speed limit and slowed even further at every attraction. I had to get out of there, eventually leaving the north exit to Montana. There was a cool feature just outside the park, Devil’s Slide:
After Yellowstone my fun stops would come to an end. I was starting to get tired of travelling and wanted to get done with it, so planned on gunning it to Missoula, Montana. There I stayed at an expensive Holiday Inn adjacent to some all-night construction. I didn’t get much sleep, but took my time in the morning and had some coffee at a nearby cafe.