On Tuesday morning we took a leisurely departure from Cody, having slept late from a long, eventful day on Monday. We stopped to enjoy several bronze sculptures we'd seen from the road before, all near our cabin, but had not stopped to look at before.

Shortly after leaving town we stopped at the Shoshoni River Dam where I photographed some industrial pieces once used at the dam. I knew Max, as a retired machinist, would enjoy seeing the shear scale of the work. He did.

I thought we only had some 39 miles to travel to the eastern park entrance, but it was considerably further. We enjoyed beautiful scenery along the way, stopping at a lodgeful of tourist treats just outside the park.

Traffic slowed to a crawl and stopped and started as we neared the east gate of Yellowstone. There is a fee to enter, but it is good for multiple days and we got a senior discount. (Yeah for age!)

It was midafternoon before we stopped for lunch at Fishing Bridge Lodge, near Lake Yellowstone Hotel, where we had reservations.

The park is full of good places to pull over, stop and gawk at the wildlife and scenic wonders. We didn't see wildlife upon entering the park, but would see many wonderful beasts and birds before our day was over.

We got hungry and stopped at Fishing Bridge Lodge at Yellowstone, eating an all-beef hot dog at their lunch counter. The place had everything a tourist could possibly desire, including several choices of moose socks.

We stayed in a cabin at the Lake Yellowstone Hotel at the north end of the largest lake in the park. When the hotel was new guests used to arrive via paddleboat at the lake's dock.

Our cabin had no phone, no television, no internet. But the natural woods setting was beautiful. Interior detailing at the hotel was nice. I think many park employees (many of them college students) live at this hotel for the tourist season.

We had a momma bird nesting in the arch of our porch awning.

We were settled in our cabin by about 3 p.m. and decided to use the rest of the day to sightsee. We'd planned to drive to the northeast corner of the park, where we'd heard in Cody we would see salmon and otters in a lake there.

We saw some glorious mountains, shear rock cliffs, waterfalls, and areas deforested due to forest fires in 1988.

Regularly we found places to pull aside and park to look the the magnificent views. All of the clear air and mountain spires were enough to impress this gal from the Great Plains of Kansas!

We zigged when we should have zagged and found ourselves headed toward the northwest corner of the park. In that way we "stumbled" upon Mammoth Hot Springs.

Plenty of other tourists had found this natural wonder. There were cars, vans and bus-loads of them. I heard German, French, Spanish and Chinese being spoken as I walked along the wooden trail paths around pools of steaming water and rivulets of runoff waters cascading down outcropping of mineral deposits from deep within the earth.

The town of Mammoth was just beside the springs. We stopped there and treated ourselves to a supper of ice cream...not so nourishing, but tasty.

At this spot we were about as far away from home as we were to go. The Kia's trip meter said we'd travels 1300 miles from Rossville, Kansas. I figured we'd travel about 2600 miles to get home from Mammoth Hot Springs.

We had traveled in a couterclockwise loop from Yellowstone Lake on our afternoon and evening trip.

We returned through the northwest portion of the park, then east through the center, back to a commercial space called _________ before turning south toward our cabin.

Suddenly traffic on the highway came to a standstill while motorists waited for bison to cross the road. A lead bison then stepped into the Yellowstone River, swam across, climbed out on the other side, shook himself off (much like a dog would shake), then headed off into the woods. Eventually the whole herd followed the leader. Eventually, traffice started moving again as dusk set in. This unexpected display was a highlight of our trip for me.