It's picture day folks. Roomie and I had the same day off, so we decided to celebrate Mother's Day the way it was intended to be celebrated....hiking in the beauty of nature and no obligation to make our own special day dinner.
More bubbling and steaming and spooky landscape. What in the world did the first people who crossed this land think?
I know it makes me want to knock on the door of the gods and say, "huh?"
There is a river running past the Basin. Hot water is pouring into the river.
No fishing here unless you like them cooked on the hook.
It's a great place to watch tourists letting their toddlers run free.
There are no rails between you and the bubbling, microbe filled water.
More steaming, microbe filled water.
I wouldn't know how.
More geyser activity.
These fellows decided to take a stroll down the road.
You haven't lived until one of them turns a red, beady eye on you as you attempt to drive past them.
I keep hoping that a tourist will get too close to one so that I can share a car goring.
No caption needed.
There is a spot on the river that is heated by thermal activity. The water is warm enough to soak in if you are brave enough to climb down the rocks to get there.
I was a little concerned about this pipe that appears to travel from the two outhouses by the road, down to the river.
There might be another reason the water is warm.
Roomie and I decided that Yellowstone has the longest days in the world. We got up, had breakfast, went on several short hikes, took a nap and it was only 3:30.
I have now been to dinner, took another short walk and it is 6:30. Maybe it's the altitude.
More tomorrow if it ever arrives.