Yellowstone at Last

Our route to Yellowstone wound right through the heart of Wyoming's Bighorn National Forest. It was breathtaking. Steep, rocky mountains. Lush green meadows dotted with wildflowers. Deep, rocky river gorges. Lumbering moose, skittish pronghorn antelope, industrious beavers. A lifetime's worth of adventures packed into one gorgeous mountain range. 

We continued through the rolling grassland of the Bighorn Basin to the East Entrance to Yellowstone. Shortly after entering the park, the rain began. Halfhearted spits, followed by pounding torrents, easing into a steady drizzle. 

We drove past numerous bison, including a tiny tan calf squirming to get milk from his mother. A large male elk grazed near the road, piling up cars in both directions. 

The rain continued, even after we reached the Madison Campground in Yellowstone. We quickly set up the tent in the rain, then took shelter inside for the evening.