Why did the buffalo cross the road?

No rest for the weary. We got up early, hit the espresso-a-go-go, and made our way through Yellow Stone Park. Even though it was Memorial Day weekend and the place was crowded, it was a perfect weekend to be there. the weather was beautiful. At points we were basking in the sun, and at others passing piles of snow on the side of the road.

One of the main attractions we wanted to see on this whole adventure was Old Faithful. A big tourist spot but definitely one of the coolest natural wonders in the United States. We got there at about 5 minutes before it was schedules to blow (can you believe that they can predict it's explosions like clockwork?) But Cooper and I had to go to the bathroom soooooo badly, so we started to run to the bathroom, right when we got to the bathrooms it went off, so we ran back and caught it. It was huge and lasted for like two minutes. We asked a french woman to take our picture, ironically enough Coop and I had just been practicing speaking french while we were driving (she's going to Paris laster in the summer), so it was fun to test it out. . . in Wyoming.
We hiked around for a while, saw the "painted canyons", the clay puddles, and the hot springs. I was excited to get out of the car and straddle the continental divide, but it was pretty cold, so we didn't spend much time outside. After we left the park, we worked on getting back to a major highway. It took awhile and we hit some crazy little roads. Including one the road with signs that said: "Road narrows", "shoulder drop-off", "pavement ends". Mind you, this is a curvy road around canyons and cliffs 1000 feet high. Shouldn't the sign say " road closed, choose somewhere safer"?
Alas, we made it out alive. Since it was memorial day we had some important things that needed to get done. . . eating barbeque being number one, and Arby's fast food wasn't going to cut it. Mission accomplished" We went to Bubba's BBQ Shack in Cody Wyoming! Mmmmm, baked beans, beef brisket, how American!
Throughout our drive there were many opportunities to stop and take in the view; we took many of those opportunities and that could be why we didn't make it as far as we hoped that day. I regret nothing. One of the best stops we made was at Shells Falls. Right when you think that Wyoming has nothing left to offer, there's a waterfall in the middle of the state! B-E-A-U-tiful!
Along our travels we picked up literature, including the statics on how many people are gored by buffalo each year: 100! Can you believe that? I couldn't either. . . until we saw the little guy and I was drawn to get out of the car and pet him. Thankfully I had Cooper, who was blessed with the ability to use her common sense (i must have left mine in Chicago). I was still able to get good pictures of them from the car, since they were only feet away.