Yellowstone, Day 2: in which my description of the caldera frightens my 8 year old so badly that she cries through an entire geyser basin; whenever my kids see an elk they bark “elk! elk! elk! elk!” like deranged sea lions; we are driven indoors by torrential downpours and I convince myself that “the park looks so green and verdant now”; Eleanor and I purchase bookmarks that list “Advice From a Mud Pot” (such as, “always bubble with enthusiasm”); we finish the evening by challenging Grandpa to a dance-off (not pictured, for which I think he’s grateful).
Casa Camisas 