Yesterday was our final day in Yellowstone. We started our day in a long line to Madison, we’re pretty sure it was our usual suspect, Bob…but unfortunately we didn’t get a view. But nonetheless, we think it is safe to say Oh Bob, must you.


First we headed to Obsidian Cliff, where the rocks glistened.

We then had a picnic lunch, where we laughed Mom Mom trying on dad’s jacket backward. We also fielded for our big adventure down the river

Next, we hit up Mammoth Hot Spring, we we saw the mound springs and a few Amish, who may have smelt worse than us, although I’m pretty sure that hasn’t been confirmed.This little bird was taking a bath in the warm water.

As the sky drew darker, I’m pretty sure certain people in our party were secretly doing a rain dance. But fate was not having any of it, the Flying Pig rafting adventure was on. As we secured our life best, I looked at our crew. Two sets of grandparents, gingerly making their way down a steep, dirt cliff onto stones to board the raft. Apprehension, by some..perhaps. Sure glee from others..absolutely. As we made our way through the first set of rapids…laughter and hooting. We had a blast and got very wet. Cam and Zachary jumped off the raft into the water…two times. We had a blast.

After a dinner at a local pizza joint in Gardiner, we headed home to a really cool surprise. A grizzly and her 2 Cubs making their way across the road.
The early car has patiently waited for this opportunity. And on the final day, in our last venture, we were rewarded.

And the views were stunning. I love the quiet times in the park with less tourist, whether it be early morning or sunset. It’s like God reenergizing your soul. It talks to me. That’s what I will take away and remember from Yellowstone. Lucky for us, we also got to do it as a family, which makes it extra special.

So goodbye Yellowstone. And Bob, oh boy, take care of yourself. We love you Bob