Still going but time is running short. Tom Dunn had told us not to miss the blue light of Firehole Spring--we weren't sure how we hadn't known to look for it. So back onto Firehole Lake Drive and a stop at the spring. And there it was--the bubbles rising makes for what looks like a blue, underwater light.
A final stop at Grand Prismatic Spring. (In defense of our sanity, Firehole Lake Drive, Nez Perce Creek, Fountain Paint Pots, and Grand Prismatic Spring are all quite close to one another.)
I wanted to see how the evening light would change the look of the spring...
...and Sandi, who within days of leaving home and her
children cats, develops what she calls "animal hunger", satisfied only by billing and cooing at members of the animal kingdom: from birds, chipmunks, and squirrels on up to elk, moose, bear, and bison. That can sometimes be problematic, but she looked pretty calm here.
These are American Avocets.
Wednesday comes to a close.
