Ever wonder what those 10,000 baby boomers who retire each and every day are doing? Most of them seem to be in Yellowstone. The place was packed. We are loving our parks to death.
There are five entrances into Yellowstone. Each entrance is great in its own right. From the south, you come up through Grand Teton National Park. From the north you drive down through the Paradise Valley of Montana. From the Northeast, you take the great and scenic drive from Red Lodge, Montana. From the east, you climb a mountain pass from Cody, Wyoming. From the west, the direction I came in from, you travel through a fly fisherman's paradise.
I arrived to snow and sleet with a temperature of 41 degrees. This made things look eerie.
The Madison River is a must for the serious fly fisherman.
The elk were in abundance.
As were the bison.
I moved across the south side of the park to Grant Village and set up camp. It was cold, and there was snow to deal with. Not good.
The sun came out so I drove up the shore of Lake Yellowstone to Hayden Valley and took pictures in each area. The bison were out in large numbers.
Returning to the camp ground, I was delighted to see the moon coming up over Yellowstone Lake.
I experimented with fog and mist pics.
Saving the best for last, here is a large grizzly bear.
