Our reservation was at an RV camp a few miles north of West Yellowstone, located on National Forest land on the shores of a large lake. It was a great location, out in the forest with miles of National Forest road all around. There had been a grizzly with cubs in the area only a week earlier, so there were lots of alerts and we carried our bear spray faithfully when we went on bike rides in the area. The only drawbacks were the access road, five miles of corduroy gravel, and the unreliable internet service.
Yellowstone is a huge park, and we were hard pressed to cover even a small part of it. The next day we toured further north, up toward Mammoth Springs. We had to wend our way through all the construction, but the delays this time were minor. We learned quickly that if we wanted to spot some wildlife, we just looked along the road for something that looked like a twenty-car pileup, and sure enough there would be critters.
We couldn't resist a stop at the Artist Paintpots along the way. It was a great little geyser hike, with a lot of those colorful bubbling springs that are so common in the caldera. There were great views and a variety of these displays. Then a picnic at a small rock formation near the road and moving on to Mammoth Springs. That end of the park has a large visitor center and the old army fort which was used to protect the park in the early days from poachers and illegal loggers and such. That army unit is credited with saving the park, and the history of their struggle is fascinating. On the way back, we got our one and only look at a grizzly bear, with two cubs you can barely see in our photo. There were plenty of people there running up to it to try and get eaten, but the bear was steadfastly ignoring them all.


The next day was a wildlife tour. After a brief stop at Old Faithful, we went on the road toward the Hayden Valley, which was reputed to have lots of wildlife. Sure enough, a crowd by the road indicated some bull elk. How those critters ever get through the forest with all those antlers, I do not understand. But they must do it. We stopped for a picnic in a very nice uncrowded spot by a river with buffalo grazing in the distance and the ubiquitous fishermen casting their lines. It was an idyllic scene, and just what we had gone on the road for.
There were herds of buffalo all around, and no lack of photo opportunities. We also saw a pair of coyotes. These two were quite tourist-savvy, ignoring the dozens of photographers as they combed the grasslands for little treats. You rarely see coyotes that are that indifferent to humans, but coyotes are smart critters, and they quickly figure out that we're no threat. But that makes them a lot easier to see. 
Toward the end of the day, we took a very pleasant and peaceful little hike along the edge of Lake Yellowstone. It was a lovely day, and a fitting windup to our visit. We met one or two other travelers and had some good conversations, but for t he most part it was just sunny and quiet. Ivy spotted this little fella emptying out his tunnels, popping his head in and out. It took about twenty photos to catch him outside. And there was a small flock of mergansers along the lakefront. And there were lots of marmots, occupying the choicest real estate, sunny with a view of the lake, and chirping in outrage at their visitors. After that it was the long drive back to the RV park. A thoroughly satisfying visit, but one that leaves a whole lot of the park unseen. We hope to return and spend more time at a later date. 


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