Today all national parks are free for the public; we decided to go into Yellowstone anyway. After spending an hour in what we now call a bison traffic jam we ended up in Mammoth Falls. We hiked through some more hot springs, each one more beautiful than the last. The land near hot springs is the color of a ripe orange, it really is that beautiful. We hiked to the top of the trail and looked down on a waterfall of sizzling water.
The prospector, A. Bart Henderson wrote in 1867, “I walked out on a rock and made two steps at the same time, one forward, the other backward, for I had looked down into the depths or bowels of the earth into which the Yellow plunged as if to cool the infernal region that lay under all this wonderful country of lava and boiling springs.”
We headed to another mud pot area and hiked some more. These mud pots were different than the last. The mud bubbles popped when they got hot enough and the land seemed to breathe with built up tension. When we had seen enough of the mud pots we drove to a place where ancient lava used to flow. All I saw were a bunch of rocks, but the view was peaceful.
Since it is our last day in Yellowstone National Park we are packing up and getting ready to move on to California. We are all sad that it is our last day in the wilderness, but excited to see where our journey will take us next.
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