The Last Trip of Yellowstone

We think this is our final trip through Yellowstone.  That is till we hook up the rigs on our way to Cody, as our route takes us right through the park.  We started out later in the day. thinking that we would arrive at the more popular sites, when the larger part of the tourists had passed through, making finding a parking space easier.  And….. IT WORKED!  Don’t you love it when a plan comes together?

The prism pools were beautiful, although the day was on the cool side and the steam did obscure some of the beauty.

      

   

Then there were the paint pots, not so pretty, but very interesting, the smell not so much.

The drive on the Firehole Loop produced this interesting crater.  The plaque said that it would erupt some time in the next 48 hours, we gave it 10 minutes, no luck.

Some of the wildlife we were lucky enough to see.

    

The sunset was the crowning glory, had so many pictures of it, was hard to choose, but this was my choice.  Most of my pictures are thanks to my friend Lynette, as I had not charged my battery and it was rather low.

Although Yellowstone has many truly wondrous sights, the remnants of the fire in 88, are still very visible, but the new growth is coming back as strong. 

The rest of the week we have been doing a whole lot of nothing and doing a real good job of it.  A few happy hours, couple of potlucks, few rounds of card games.  Chuck and I snuck off one night to the playhouse for the Phantom of the Grand Ole Opry.  What a talented family, they do a great job.  So that bring another week to a close.  The weather has been wonderful, feel some what guilty when we hear of the heat some of our friends are having to endure. 

My love/hate relationship with my Droid continues.  Turned it off the other night at the show, when I turned it back on, it said must be activated, so hit that button.  Well, that wiped my phone clean, no numbers, no pictures. nada, zip, all gone into the black hole.  And that darn Verizon assistant that is suppose to keep everything on line, well it transferred back one number, ONE!  Beginning to think I’m too stupid to  have a phone like that.  And of course there is no Verizon store within 200 miles. 

This week RVer’s lost one of our own, Doug  Dubrouillet.  We were lucky enough to have met Doug and JoAnn in Tennessee last fall, and being the owner of Fillmore (standard poodle) was one of his claims to fame.  JoAnn, we have you in our thoughts and prayers.  Bless you.