Here are some pictures from our trip. These are not chronological. They're more by theme, I guess.
Here's our camp spot at the Gros Ventre Campground.
One thing to remember when you go camping: Never, ever leave home without your rice cooker.
A lodge with hand-dipped ice cream is also handy. By the way, if Yellowstone is too crowded for your taste, stop by the Yellowstone Lake Lodge. It doesn't have nearly the hustle of Canyon or the insane crowds of Old Faithful. And they serve mountain berry ice cream in a waffle cone.
The Snake Rivers' Ox Bow Bend view of Mount Moran.
Us.
If you take the dirt road just west of the Ox Bow Bend overlook, it winds down to the river, where you can fish, kayak and canoe in the calm waters.
Looking at the Tetons across Jenny Lake from our secret beach.
Seriously, the South Jenny Lake parking lot spilled up the entry road and onto a half mile of the highway on both sides in both directions. We didn't even try to get close to that busy place. Instead, we hiked about a half mile to a little people-free beach we discovered last year.
Chieko at our secret beach.
Jenny Lake.
The shores of very windy Yellowstone Lake.
The Yellowstone River from the Sulfur and Oil overlook.
Mammoth hot springs.
Hayden Valley. We usually try to spot bison (sometimes in the hundreds), birds (in the thousands), wolves (in the zeroes when we've been here), and other wildlife. But the view of the valley itself is spectacular.
Sunset over Hayden Valley.
Roasting a marshmallow over our campfire.
Grand Teton from the property of the old Mormon Barn.
This is the iconic Mormon Barn that you see on all the postcards and book covers.
But this barn is also nearby on Mormon Row.
And so is this barn. These are all within easy walking distance of each other.
Mount Moran from the dirt road that goes to the fishing spots near Oxbow Bend along the Snake River.
Same place.
Chieko woke me up to get pictures of the Mormon barns at sunrise. This isn't a barn spot, but it is sunrise.
Is this mushroom safe to eat?
How about this one?
A pronghorn and its baby in Teton National Park. So, apparently pronghorn are not really antelope, and bison are not really buffaloes. That really messes up that song.
I have a great idea: Let's all stand here and take pictures of this docile bison. He weighs only 1,400 pounds, runs 40 miles per hour, and has short sharp horns mounted on a massive head and a nasty temper.
This is a safer distance. If this bison decided to run you down, you'd have approximately 19 seconds to jump in your car and speed away. Remember that the speed limit in the park is 45.
The elk still have fuzz on their antlers.
This guy is apparently someone's pet who's gotten loose. The collar says he answers to "Otis."
If you look closely, you can see four bighorn sheep just above the vertical volcanic shafts.
This moose cow has two calves.
This is the other calf. The river is the Gros Ventre, which runs past the campground.
No pictures, but we also saw a coyote with a young pup. The mother crossed the road as we were entering the campground, and the fluffy little grey pup stayed on the left side of the road and watched us as we drove slowly by.
We have seen the Bar J Wranglers perform here in at least 25 of the past 30 years. I think we first came when Tim, the fiddler, started 30 years ago. It doesn't seem so long ago that Babe, sitting in this picture, "officially" retired, but that was 20 years ago.
A carving outside the Bar J barn.
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