The girls frolic in the forest as Amanda and Eric take down their tent and pack the car. Bridge Bay was a very nice camp.
Papa gets an opportunity to comfort Macy. She had just tripped over a root or rock, once again. Her speed is always full tilt. The campground terrain wasn't friendly for her.
Manda hugs her Mom, who is wearing her winter hat and scarf reflecting the early morning temperature in YS. In contrast, Manda, however, a sturdy Idaho woman, laughs at brisk weather.
OK. This guy is sunning solo in an open space about 100 yards from our camp site. The girls wondered if this was the one who pooped on our doorstep.
On our way out of the park we stopped to watch Old Faithful. It didn't disappoint
We had our last lunch in the motorhome.
Carson's smile is how I felt about our time in Yellowstone during the final summer days, 2012.
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