Dinner at Ted Turner’s bison restaurant that night was the first time in six years that we’d all been in one room. The trip to Yellowstone on Monday was the longest period we’d ever spent together. It was good.
The road led to Livingstone and a great breakfast at Chadz, then on through the mountains to a high, dry valley: more sagebrush and grasses. An exclamation from the back seat: “There’s a column of STEAM coming out of the river!” A high stone arch marked the entrance to Yellowstone and a great day out. No walking to speak of, but a great deal of talking 🙂
— posted on the move