Yellowstone 2

It was cold in Yellowstone. We knew it would be, and we were glad it was because it was much prettier because of it. HOWEVER, there were certain things that would have been a lot more pleasant, had the weather been a little more considerate of our feelings. READ ON:







Our gloves drying

































Chompers.












Here's the thing. We went to bed and we knew it was going to snow. We were prepared for that. What we weren't prepared for: asphyxiation. Snow fell over the flys that cover the air vents in the tent, weighing them down, and preventing air from circulating in the tent. We woke up, cold and gasping for air. "Why...are...weee....?" "I....don't...know...altitude?" "Go...back...to...sleep?" "What...if...we...die?" And so on and so forth. Needless to say, we survived.





Laura is sad.

















Let's light the fire!


















Sad little tent.














LET'S GO TO BREAKFAST!

















Here, I am amazed at the succulent flavors of toast and sausage links. Combined? Oh dear Jesus.
















Laura's brain cells are ruined. No oxygen is sad.


























Why even hike? Everything is right here, next to the toilets. FULL SERVICE.













Some animal.














A whole elk!















Bisons is A-OK.












Hibernation