We zigged when we should have zagged and found ourselves headed toward the northwest corner of the park by accident.
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 visitors. 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 which cascaded down outcropping of minerals deposited from deep within the earth.
The town of Mammoth was 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 travel. The Kia's trip meter told us we'd traveled 1300 miles from Rossville, Kansas. I figured, later, we'd traveled a total of 2600 miles to get home from Mammoth Hot Springs, WY.