We were so excited to get to Yellowstone after the long drive across Idaho. We arrived through the west entrance, which I think is the least striking visually, but has the most traffic and tourists. Our base for the week was the fishing bridge campground, full of rv's packed in like sardines. This was our worst parking job yet; it took us half an hour and led to a nice traffic back up. Oops, sorry. Luckily our fellow rv'ers there were a patient lot.
This fire was across the lake, one of about three in the park while we were there.
This fire was across the lake, one of about three in the park while we were there.
Keeping with the theme of the trip so far, there was a forest fire just two miles away from us. Those first two nights we didn't sleep so well! Part of that was the miscommunication (or lack of) between the park rangers and the Zanterra people running the park. The Zanterra employees evacuated, and told us the fire jumped the river. Being just down that road we weren't sure this was right, and went to check with the rangers. Sure enough, they were baffled, too, and assured us we were good to stay. Nevertheless, we didn't venture too far from camp those first couple of days, just so that we could hitch up if the fire conditions changed.
This was the smoke from the fire near our camp.
This was the smoke from the fire near our camp.
That first full day we went to the canyon and checked out artist falls.
It looks like I've done some filter here on the photo, but that's just the smoke.
It looks like I've done some filter here on the photo, but that's just the smoke.
This was early in the morning, hence the hoodies. It warmed up every afternoon we were there.
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