And yes, we did arrive just as Old Faithful erupted; it was actually pretty incredible timing. My sisters and my dad and I then proceeded to walk around the geysers near Old Faithful, which were really cool. They’re all boiling and bubbling and steaming, and the water is so clear! (One of these, it the picture taken above of Doublet Pool.) However, it smelled. Like sulfur. Which, if any of you know what that smells like, is exactly like rotten eggs. Dad says the reason it smells so bad is because Old Faithful is really a monster that farts ever 40-90 minutes! While I know better then that (I’m not that naïve anymore, Dad!), I was starting to think we shouldn’t have eaten eggs that morning for breakfast…
The next day (Saturday), we hiked up a three mile trail to see Yellowstone Lake, surrounded by the beautiful Absaroka Mountains, with us sisters hoping to see a bear, and our parents hoping to avoid one. Alas, we did not see any.
We continued our journey up to the Mammoth Hot Springs, in the northern part of Yellowstone, to walk around these unique phenomena. After being delayed by a snowstorm (see a previous post), we made the trek up to the hot springs…and saw pretty much nothing. It looked as though we were on the moon, with a grey expanse that was dotted by crater-looking depressions. Apparently these springs are gorgeous on a typical day; I’m not sure if it was the snow, the cold, or the fact that it was June, but for some reason they were dry and empty! They were still very unique, though, and interesting to look at, but not the most impressive sight we saw here at Yellowstone.
This morning (Sunday), we stopped by a few more sights on our way out of town. First, we saw the Mud Volcanoes, which were similar to the geysers expect boiling pots of mud in the ground. They definitely still smelt like rotten eggs, though! The best one was probably this cave that had a muddy water mixture bubbling out of it called Dragon’s Mouth Spring.
Apparently bison don’t have a sense of smell, because three of them were laying right there surrounded by the sulfuric mud caldrons! I mean, they must have been about twenty feet away from the path, where tourists (including myself) were stopping to take many pictures.
After our fascination with the mud volcanoes waned, we drove over to the Upper and Lower Falls of the Yellowstone River. These waterfalls were loud and beautiful, in the middle of Yellowstone’s Grand Canyon. We also stopped by Tower Fall on the way out of the northeast entrance of the park. This waterfall was also gorgeous, although our main reason for stopping by this part of the park was in hopes of finally seeing a bear! Alas, we did not (well, there is the questionable bear sighting…). We did see herds of bison, though, as well as pronghorns (small deer-type creatures).
And with that, without any good bear sightings, our journey in Yellowstone was done.