Vacay, Part II

So, the next morning we got up and, after enjoying a rather interesting continental breakfast at our hotel, we headed into Yellowstone.

After driving for a few hours, of course.

And hitting construction the entire way there (and in Yellowstone itself).

Anywho, here's the kiddos in front of a fallen tree with it's wicked roots showing.



We got to see some awesome hot spring-thingys (ok, ok, I already forgot what they were called).



And of course the bubbling mud.



And then we went to watch Old Faithful erupt.

We waited.



And waited (Piper is showing off her postcard she got),



And waited.



Apparently they can only nail down this geyser's schedule within 30 minutes.

When it finally did explode, the kiddos were just a bit underwhelmed.



I thought it was cool, and OP thought it was cool, but Adi asked, "Did we really sit here forever to see this?" She is so on her way to a teenager, isn't she?

And then we left.



Or tried to leave. A little nugget of wisdom: when your hubby says, "Let's drive home through Jackson Hole so that we can see some more of Yellowstone", what he really is saying is, "Let's add four extra hours onto our trip where all we'll see is burned pine trees and construction zones."

So just say sweetly, "I think we should go home the same way we came. And maybe we can hit Frontier Pies again on the way home."

Just so you know.