Into the park.

     Monday, August 25th. After our breakfast in the motel and a final stop at a grocery store, we left Idaho Falls for West Yellowstone, Montana--the west entrance of the park is right in the town. Here's what our little SUV looked like full of our stuff.

     From the rear...


     ...and from the front.


     Note the boxes of cereal on the right. You don't want to have to buy a three dollar box of Raisin Nut Bran in the park...for six dollars!

     These next three were taken in West Yellowstone. It's a cute little resort town full of knick-knack and souvenir stores, restaurants, coffee houses, and bakeries, and a ranger station where, due to my advanced age (62), I was able to buy my $10 lifetime National Park pass (one per car). Very exciting. I smiled so widely my dentures nearly flew out of my mouth!

    Outside the army/navy store:



     We had a scrumptious cinnamon roll from the Woodside:



     The 437,912th photo of Sandi emerging from a bathroom; she knows to smile as she opens the door.


   
     And now we're in the park. Right away we stopped to watch a small group of elk grazing alongside the Madison River, and I took this girl's picture as she crossed to the other bank.