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One of the most quintessential Yellowstone river/meadow/are-there-mooses-here spots is just inside the park from the south entrance. The featured photo (above) is just across the street from Lewis Falls (also gorgeous and pictured below). While that was C’s favorite Yellowstone spot, mine involved “smoke” and boiling water, which is surprising because I was actually somewhat unimpressed by
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Overall, I was more enamored with Grand Teton National Park than Yellowstone, but perhaps that is just because of all the hype surrounding Yellowstone. Or maybe it was because we went in the wrong season and hardly saw any buffalo or other wild animals, but Yellowstone just didn’t match my expectations. It didn’t help that there
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Our frustration from the Jenny Lake hike fired up as we began planning the next day’s activities with C’s family, though Jenny Lake never got mentioned. The general plan was to go to Yellowstone the next day, and we stayed up late drinking and debating different routes and options. The more we disagreed, the more
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The National Parks are my Disney world. Driving down roads lined with thousands of pine trees that open up to blue lakes, canyon rivers, and unbelievable mountains, we get swallowed up in it all. We lose ourselves. Finding solitude without going into the backcountry is nearly impossible, but it doesn’t matter. There’s something about being
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We’re all looking at these mountains like they’re an abstract painting we’re trying to comprehend. Am I just one dot in this pointillistic picture or am I everything just as the peaks are everything and we are all everything? Did we make it too easy to bask in wonder at this view or is this accessibility exactly
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These 2 parks weren’t even on our list of stops. We had grand hopes of entering the lottery to see The Wave, a surreal, gorgeous sandstone rock formation in the Paria Canyon – Vermillion Cliffs Wilderness. When else would we be driving in this remote area? It seemed sacrilegious to not try, which is why




