
But slow moving took on a whole new meaning at Yellowstone.
This buffalo bull should have had a slow-moving sign slapped across his massive rear end as we followed him down the highway for a few hundred yards. (That's our burgundy car hood in the foreground.)
He finally showed us his better side. (And, as you can see in the Penske truck, I wasn't the only one hanging out the window to get a shot of this guy. In fact, that poor guy probably has me in the background of his best Yellowstone buffalo shot. Sorry anonymous Penske guy ... OK, not too sorry.)

Randy really wanted to see a bear. But, evidently, he was in the minority. As we walked along trails, other visitors jingled and jangled as they carried bells to ward off bears.
It must have worked. We didn't see a single bear. And we might have made fun of the people with the bells. Maybe we wouldn't have been laughing if a big grizzly had us for lunch.
Kim, I got the privilege of seeing a bear while walking on a trail in the Grand Tetons. It was amazing. I'm sorry Randy didn't get to.
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Sara Brockman
Sara - Randy will be so jealous when I tell him you saw a bear! Thanks for your kind words and for stopping by to visit at The County Line.
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