Yellowstone

I loved Yellowstone. Loved it. We stayed in cabins instead of camping because it was really cold at night (and, after seeing a buffalo wandering around in the campsite, hearing about an injured coyote in the area and being warned to keep an extra close eye on the kiddos, plus Ken's Bear drama, believe me I was more than happy to stay in a "real" room.")

The colors were gorgeous, the landscape amazing. We saw, close up, a buffalo just cruising down the side of the road and a huge bull elk coming up to the wooden walkways were were on. Not to mention tons of elk, mountain goats, herds (herd?) of buffalo, and a couple of grizzlies (see Ken's post below). Luke was a great hiker and a great "animal-spotter." Evie was great at hanging out in the backpack and looking cute. It was fun having Caroline's family there too.

Here are a few (million) pics:

Ken and the little boys posing in front of some elk (not too close, of course, not with this paranoid mommy)

Walking around near the hot pots

Luke and cousin Ryan

One of our favorite hikes - exactly 328 stairs straight down (yes, we counted every one up and down) into the canyon almost to the bottom of the waterfall. Plus, Ken let Luke pee off of the balcony into it. That was his favorite moment, I think.

Luke, champion hiker

Evie, champion smiler

The Moores, looking cute

Luke checking out all the cool colors.

Luke and Ryan posing some more. And neither one is screaming "don't touch me!" Miracle!