Yellowstone May 2018

[Greg]

I have returned.

I should be telling you all the great stories of the many thousands of miles of driving.

I should tell you about the snow in Lee Vining.

I should tell you about revisit to Virginia City just to add onto a 30 year old joke.

I should tell you about the rainbows and the Evel Knievel Jump at the Snake River.

I should tell you about Butter Beers.

I should tell you about West Yellowstone.

I should tell you about the herd of Buffalo coming out of the fog down the middle of the road on our first day in the park.

I should tell you about two exhaustive days with our photo guide.

I should tell you about bad food, rude tourists, and forgetting my hat every where I went.

I should tell you about geysers, fumaroles and mud volcanoes.

I should tell you about hiking through the snow in my shorts after being given bad info by a ranger.

I should tell you about finding my battery dead at 3am when I was supposed to go out on a night shoot of the milky way.

I should tell you about the flood geyser going off the next night during our milky way session right in front of us.

I should tell you about me yelling at the rude tourists. Repeatedly. Not my job. But my avocation.

I should tell you about blue billed ducks, osprey, and bald eagles. About swans swimming in icy rivers.

I should tell you about seeing Avengers: Infinity Wars on our day off.

I should tell you about Steamboat Geyser erupting, a rarity, and being there to see it.

I should tell you about Old Faithful, Lion Geyser, Beehive Geyser, and the Grand Prismatic Spring.

I should tell you about our awkward night in Salt Lake City.

I should tell you about going back to Butter Beers for breakfast and listening to the Trump supporters in the next booth.

I should tell you about Bryce Canyon and our sunrise shoot and our missed milky way shoot.

I should tell you about yelling at tourists at Bryce.

I should tell you about our miserable hotel in Tropic and our miserable meal there.

I should tell you about being alone with Cindi  at the bottom of the Navajo trail for a few blessed moments of silence.

I should tell you about flying the drone in Kodachrome Canyon in massive winds.

I should tell you about my fall in Red Canyon.

I should tell you about being in Vegas the same night U2 was playing.

I should tell you about the rapturous celebration of the animals upon our arrival home.

I should. I will. 

Right now, I'm tired and I have 2000 pictures to sort and a ton of videos to wade through.