|The Boiling River/Gardner River|
spring--baby birds and bunnies in the yard, bright spring blossoms popping up here and there, fresh garden spinach in our breakfast smoothies. (Sidebar: I can't wait to try a fresh picked spinach salad.)
Camping is the thing that gets me really hankering for spring though. I'm always chomping at the bit to get back out under the stars. As such, Matt and I end up in Yellowstone earlier and earlier each year, so it seems. I just love the shoulder seasons in the park.
|We enjoyed watching the bison clear the snow with their big, shaggy heads and then eat the exposed vegetation. What a way to get dinner!|
|Our tent pitched among the boulders.|
|Matt demonstrating his frozen hair.|
|Fresh, warm naan by the fireside making me warm inside and out.|
|The combination of heat and cold around the Boiling River made from some nifty ice formations.|
|That shiny white-and-black bit in the middle is melted slick from body heat. Pretty neat, really. I mean for me more so than Matt, probably, since I was dry and warm.|
|The sleeping bag was frozen to the tent floor and shattered into a million shards as I started packing it up.|
Yellowstone River Picnic Area where it took the ravens significantly more time to find us than normal. They must not hang so nearby when the lunchtime tourists are less plentiful.
|The Raven showed up just as we were getting back into the car. During busier seasons they're lurking about within minutes, seconds even! Matt and I occasionally wager on how fast they'll be in noting our arrival...the poor, habituated beggars.|
|Warm Bread + Peanut Butter and Honey = UbberYum|
|...though it was pretty swell with just a shake of salt, too. Everything tastes better in the woods. It makes a person appreciate the simple treats all the more.|