We took a break on Sunday and traveled south toward West Yellowstone. Ken loves to explore so we headed up into the mountains. I think we counted seven vehicles during the entire drive.
One kind gentleman stopped to suggest we go back to a bend in the road to admire three great horned owls. They were perched in two bare trees when we arrived. Sensing Ken approach they took flight one after the other to prevent having their picture taken.
The wildflowers were spectacular. I have never seen so many different colors in one place. The variety of blues, yellows, reds, pinks, oranges and white kept us searching to discover how many different types we could locate.
Thunderstorms threatened us and rain showers fell off and on. Once we reached the top the view was breathtaking and the silence welcome after such a busy week.
Nothing feeds the soul quite like a visit with mother nature.
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