I promised I’d share the incredible photographs I took of the wild bear, and said in the posts that it was okay to call me an idiot, then in a later post mentioned that some of you called me much more than an idiot and it made me a sad boy who needed a break from blogging. Haha.
Anyway… Yellowstone. And the bears. And some of my other photographs from that trip, as well.
Yellowstone is a satisfyingly amazing National Park. If you’ve never been, go. Hopefully the world’s biggest volcano doesn’t erupt while you’re there. That could be awkward.
The park has everything from Old Faithful…
To The Grand Canyon of Yellowstone…
To incredible and colorful thermal landmarks…
To wild animals near and far.
Some of the most rare animals you’d be lucky to see are wolves and bears. We didn’t see any wolves this time, but we saw a couple bears.
Several people in our caravan didn’t even see these. I only saw this guy down the hill because I accidentally pulled into the wrong pull-off to meet the family, and he was down the hill chilling’, eatin’ ants, doing his thing. I barely got a couple photos before he darted into the woods.
Then there was the bear I got really close to. The one I told you about a couple posts ago.
This was the picture my brother got of me getting pictures of this bear. The one proving I was a total dum dum.
And dum dum or not, I definitely got some great ones.
In the end, I didn’t get eaten. The bear didn’t get hurt or hunted down by park rangers or anything like that, so untwist those panties. We all went our separate ways.
I got a few other photos. Feel free to check them out on my Instagram. @danoah.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing