Where in the World is the Scott Family? (Day seven...delayed)

Hello again!

No internet the last few days...here's a recap:

On Thursday, we http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifheaded out for to Yellowstone National Park. As we were staying in Jackson, we had to drive through Grand Teton Nation Park anyway, so we made a quick pit stop at the Snake River turn out, so I could try again to get a good shot of the Tetons; this also happens to be where Ansel Adams took his famous shot: Tetons and the Snake River.
Of course, he took that shot in 1942 and a lot has changed since then, namely, about 10 Evergreen trees now block the view. So, my shot didn't turn out quite as I had hoped. (Because as you know, the only reason my picture isn't EXACTLY like Ansel Adams' is because of a few trees...)
Here's my attempt:



Bryan and Evie enjoyed the scenery:


A picture of me, so my daughter believes I was on this trip...


After the brief pit stop, up to Yellowstone we went; we spent all day in Yellowstone...

We discovered it is very cold in Yellowstone.




We saw Old Faithful, (who is not so very faithful anymore.)


We saw the remains of a recent wolf kill...rangers were standing by, alleging that the wolves or a bear would soon return, so we camped out with about 50 other people, mostly professional photographers, hoping for that once in a lifetime shot:

I had lens envy

The wolves never showed (actually they returned at dusk, but we couldn't wait that long as we had a baby who woke from her nap) but an immature bald eagle came to eat, so I took his picture:

Also a herd of elk came back...I assumed they were coming to pay their last respects:

I don't think I would return to the scene of the murder, when the murderers were still at large, but that is just me, and I am not an elk.

After the Elk funeral, we drove back for the night, which was a terrifying two hour drive through the dark, with elk and bison walking and jumping out into the road the entire time. I have never seen Bryan that unnerved behind the wheel. He drove slowly, white knuckles gripping the wheel, me in the passenger seat calling out plays like a navigator "elk, right side! Bison, left side!" Stop!!! Elk coming, right side!"

It was a long and stressful drive, only made more difficult by the screaming baby in the backseat who was tired and hungry. And so half way back, we had to pull over so I could move to the back seat. There was a herd of bison on the road with us however, so I opted to crawl over the seat (an interesting feat) instead of get out of the car in the middle of the dark with the giant, unpredictable wild animals all around me. I then sat in the back seat, feeding Evie a bottle with one hand, continuing to help call out animals to Bryan from the back seat.

When we were about 10 minutes from the hotel, it finally happened, an animal jumped out in front of a car and was hit. It was either a very large mule deer, or a young elk. We couldn't quite tell because it was thrashing and writhing on the ground in agony in the middle of the highway blocking lanes in all directions. It was very upsetting to watch. We didn't hit it, a vehicle hit it about a minute before we got there, but the person just drove off, leaving the animal there in the middle of the highway to suffer and block traffic. Not sure what to do, we called the non-emergency number for the local sheriff and they sent somebody out right away to take care of it.

Ahh the mountain life.

Factoid of the day:
There are no buffalo in North America, we only have Bison here. Calling Bison, Buffalo is a remnant of stupid white people naming animals the wrong thing. Buffalo live in Africa, are black and hang out by the water; where is a Veggie Tale song about them.