Cole's favorite part of Yellowstone was watching the herds of bison. He was fascinated by them and screamed at us to find the "buffalo" and then to not drive away from them. Even when they were right next to the truck pooping everywhere! He even came home with a little stuffed animal bison whom we affectionately call "Mr. Bison" and which he never goes anywhere without. It's caused a few "damn duckie" incidents since.
The first night we got to the Park, we only drove around for a few minutes because we were all sick and tired of sitting in the truck for hours. But we spotted a herd of bison next to the river. There were babies everywhere! If we saw a herd - or just a single, lonely bison - without any babies, we assumed they must be daddy bison and sick of dealing with the kids.
They are pretty awesome creatures. Massive and quite mesmerizing. Cole and I could have sat and watched them all day. I really wanted to see them rubbing their heads against the trees though because everywhere you looked there were trees along the road with their bark rubbed clean off from their pushing and scratching against them.
On day two of driving through Yellowstone we got caught up in a bison jam! It was so amazing to watch the herd run across the meadows and then across the road and back up the mountainside... mommas and babies everywhere!
The stupidity of some people never ceases to amaze me though. I couldn't believe there were cars trying to actually weave their way into the bison jam. How could anyone be in that big of a hurry??? You are in Yellowstone! To see animals! Hello! Besides that, those bison weigh as much as your car and I'm sure not real keen on sharing their space with a bunch of impatient tourists. The guards clearly tell you to not approach them... they will charge, gorge, and kill you!
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