This past summer we loaded into the Bonanza and flew out to Yellowstone for a week.
Our first stop was in Provo, Utah, so Sophie could reconnect with some college friends and show me around her old haunts.
After that it was a short hop up north to the park. We met my parents and my sister's family there (the poor souls drove all the way from California!). My dad rented a really cool house for us all right next to Hebgen Lake just outside West Yellowstone, Montana.
This was my first trip to Yellowstone. I'd never seen (or smelled) natural hot springs, mud pots, or any of the other wild thermal features before. I found it all fascinating and beautiful.
We hired a fishing guide to take us fly fishing one day. None of us had ever been fly fishing before. Walking through the water and remaining bone dry in the waders was a bit surreal. Andrew proved to be the best fisherman, although that might not be saying a whole lot considering my dad and I are notoriously cursed!
What a great trip!