Day 2: Born on the 4th of July

Appropriately, our first wildlife sighting on Friday was a bald eagle. And then we saw some elk. But all we really wanted to see was a moose.

Get a load of this guy: just hanging out with a buffalo.


We took the warning signs very seriously. Heaven forbid you should have to witness a young boy walking across a geyser which almost blows his camera off...



These two geniuses drove their Chrysler down a walking path. Ah, city folk.

Enjoying a bit of the local huckelberry soda before hitting the town for the big celebration.

Yeah dude.

I have never had so much fun as I did on the fourth of July. We walked up and down Main Street, saw the parade, shopped for all sorts of little treasures, and made friends everywhere we went. Some of my best friends from this evening included Woodrow, the hat salesman; Mr. and Mrs. Smut Mouth (and their friend) who owned the cutest jewelry store ever; the couple from Florida who demanded we get our picture put on the ad for a store; Tony the stick carver; the couple from NJ who wanted me to work for their travel agency; Bill, the log cabin restorer from Seattle; and Bill, the bartender with a medicinal marijuana card.