Are you sick of wildlife yet? Well, if you are, then you’re probably someone who tortures puppies for fun and, thus, not someone with whom I’d like to associate. And if you are that person and you’re still here, then you’re just going to have to endure ridiculously cute photos of all the mammals we encountered while bopping around Yellowstone. There was the elk duo we spotted near Tower Falls, but we also saw many elk flying solo during our days driving the park’s various corridors.
There were the goats—a whole family of them—who entertained us for many minutes near Boiling Springs.
There were chattering chipmunks and swift ground squirrels, pretty much everywhere.
There was the adventuresome and ferocious Maltese warrior…oh wait, how’d she get in here?
There was the baby black bear…but there were also grizzlies. We heard about a mom and her cub who were frequently seen near where we were camping at Fishing Bridge. We drove around the area each night praying for a sighting but came up empty. That’s how it always is, though, isn’t it? The second you’re not looking for anything in particular is when you’ll find something awesome. Which is how we came to spot three grizzlies—each on its own, in different parts of the park—throughout our stay.
See this guy? In the bottom right hand corner? I could have watched him roll around in the snow all afternoon!
On our way back to Fishing Bridge the final day, there was another grizzly in a meadow, digging furiously in the snow (for critters maybe?). One thing that definitely came in handy in locating these camouflaged creatures during our Yellowstone visit was SVV’s super-powered binoculars. (My zoom lens was also helpful in spotting far-off wildlife that my eyes couldn’t see.)
But by the time we were leaving Yellowstone, we still hadn’t seen one animal I’ve always longed to spot in the wild: a moose. We were driving south through the drizzle toward Jackson when we came across a herd of
sheep tourists cluttered along the shoulder of Highway 287. We knew it could only mean one thing: something really cool.
And wouldn’t you know it, not only was it our moose, it was a mama moose with a baby—no older than a couple weeks—wobbling along beside her.
The best part of the encounter? We found out our exact location was Moose, Wyoming.
It doesn’t get much more coincidental than that.