By noon, we were parked at Spot B66 at the Fishing Bridge RV Park, and with a little juggling, we had satellite lock and a new home base for two weeks. There was paperwork to be done, but we had to get out for a little drive, just to get our feet wet.
Home after dark, we'd seen moose, elk, deer, a mother grizzly bear with her cub (at uncomfortably close range), two separate black bear sightings, two coyotes, numerous birds, buffalo, and a red fox. We'd been snowed on, gagged by sulfurous fumes, and stalled by wildlife traffic jams.
Yep, we're in Yellowstone all right.
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