The saddest day of all... saying goodbye to Yellowstone :( But first, I would like to show you some buffalo doing buffalo things (nomming, snorting, mouth-breathing, staring...)
On the way out of Yellowstone, we crossed the Continental Divide. Verrrry exciting.
So, the only thing we were disappointed about in regard to Yellowstone was that we had not seen any grizzlies. We had seen: buffalo (loads and loads), elk, a coyote, black bears, snakes, marmots and ground squirrels, various birds, and deer -- but no grizzlies. Then, juuuust as we were leaving the park..... BOOM. GRIZZLY.
I've never heard Gabe's voice do what it did when he saw it: "OOOMYGOD - IT'SAGRIZZLY," veering car to the side of the road, reaching for camera. This is the shot I got out the back window.
Grizzly bear butt... Gabe and I high-five from the safety of our car.
The Tetons... and beyond
We drove through the Grand Teton National Park and enjoyed the rugged and more jagged peaks.
But then, of course, came Idaho and Utah... and the, um, "scenery" got less impressive... (By the way... that says: One Big Ass Mistake America...)
Yep, Idaho. Potato State. Remember that first grade project I did on Idaho, Dad? :)
We got to Utah and took a mini-break in Salt Lake City to see the Salt Lake Temple and read about the Mormons. We tried to go inside the Temple, but we weren't allowed in. You need a special letter from a bishop, Wikipedia said later, when we consulted it.
Leaving Salt Lake City... lovely sunset. Gabe: "It looks like the Promised Land..."
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That sunset is exquisite... I always like twilights that contrast pinks to blues.
Wonderful. And btw, that was a YOUNG brown bear (grizzly bear). It would have been twice as large if it was a mature adult! You could have been eaten. LOL
What an adventure!
And not to be rude, but your picture of the Grand Tetons illustrates how they got their name.
The French-Canadian explorers called them Grand Tetons because they looked like "big tits" (although more like goat or sheep tits).
Little know fact: those rounded huts that store sand and salt alongside of Maryland highways... we call those either Grand Tetons or Dollywood.
OMG! I'm so jealous you saw a grizzly! I went all the way to Alaska and didn't see a single bar.
(got yr postcard, thx.)
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