We decide to park the RV at Fishing Bridge, smacked in the middle of the park. Amazingly, it's not full. Although not pretty, the campground is well organized and neat. Anti-bear food containers and trash cans abound, as well as warnings about wildlife. Someone around us has a satellite connection and a router because we even get a Wi-Fi connection. There is no cellphone signal anywhere in the park. We are in grizzly country, Fishing Bridge is apparently their favorite hangout. The ranger at the registration station suggests he should buy a can of pepper spray to deter a bear attack and carry it with us when we hike.
We check the park map and decide to take our Vespa for a trip to some geysers nearby. Mudpots, cauldrons, fumaroles, erupting geysers, gas vents, you name it we have seen it. This park is one big volcano, ready to erupt at any minute. During the last eruption, some 640 million year ago, its ashes were found as far as Texas. That's a mighty eruption by any standard.
Goodbye Grand Teton.
Welcome to Yellowstone.
Morning mist at Yellowstone.
The sun is rising, the mist is evaporating.
Approaching Lewis Lake in Yellowstone.
Lewis River.
Warnings are everywhere!
The Spa at West Thumb.
Another view.
And another.
Petr ready to jump into a mudpot.
More gas vents.
This deer was roaming about the campground.
Eco-car, it runs entirely on vegetable oil. It may smell of french fries but that's a small price to pay for a cleaner environment!
The Sulphur Cauldron. Looks like hell, smells like hell, feels like hell.
A view of the Yellowstone river.