Day Four

Woke up to the sound of our campground neighbors making a delicious smelling breakfast. We almost died when the dad asked his son if he had enough to eat...must be nice. We both froze our butts off during the night, and I woke up multiple times to the sound of wolves howling. Wolves. Howling. Unreal. 

Today was the big loop of Yellowstone, all the way up to Mammoth hot springs! We stopped at Yellowstone Lake again because we were both obsessed, and started making our way north. We stopped a few times for the upper falls, and just to see the beautiful scenery. And we had some unintentional stops for some buffalo crossing. One got super close to our car and was growling...not okay. But we continued on! 

The mammoth hot springs were awesome! We hiked up a lot of stairs and saw the different levels, and when you looked out there was a great view of the park.

We made our way down and eventually had to leave out of west Yellowstone because that's where we were camping. We were both very sad to leave, but looked forward to the days ahead! 

We camped at a really nice KOA in West Yellowstone, Montana. There was a really nice kitchen to use, Meg cooked us Ramen. It was the BEST Ramen I ever did have. The bathrooms were showerable and everyone camping was really nice. Well almost everyone...a man and his wife were camping with what looked like their grand kids in a site by us. We have come to learn that one of the best parts of camping is people watching. There are some weirdos! Anyway... Meg and I are just relaxing and minding our own business when all of a sudden, said man, who looked just like Santa Claus, started cursing and yelling. After listening intently, we came to find out that he burned his hand on a stove! His wife shouted (from the tent) "THROW SOME ICE ON IT!" Mean Santa continued to swear and whine about his burned hand...it was hilarious! Meanwhile, a child in one of their tents seemed to be very unhappy and was crying pretty loudly. Meg and I tried to come up with the best noise that describes this child's crying and all we could come up with was "dying donkey." Literally, sounded like a dying donkey. Again, maybe it shouldn't have been, but it was pretty funny. 

Meg made a mean fire, and we made dinner and just relaxed. We waited for the Montana sky to light up with stars and then hit the hay.