It was 25 below this morning at Old Faithful. Luckily, I wasn't there. Yet. I left Blackfoot and watched the world around me change. Towns gave way to fields, then to trees and snow. I drove to West Yellowstone and made the final left-hand turn towards the Park. I quickly checked the rearview, and once I ascertained that no one was there to see, I finally took my picture with the "Yellowstone" sign.
It really is a different world inside. Not a cloud in the sky and the sun made the snow sparkle. I didn't see any fawns, but about seven miles in I came upon two skate skiers headed out. I wonder how long it would take me to work up to that...I only saw three other cars. But in the drive to Mammoth Hot Springs I did see several trumpeter swans here for the winter, four bison, a herd of elk, and a lone coyote. The coyote crossed the road in front of me, waited until I had passed by, and then returned to the road headed towards Norris. I stopped and got out to get a good look at him. He stopped and looked back at me. The bison were pushing at the snow with their heads to dig down to the grass. The waterfalls are frozen. Listened to lots of Christmas music. I love my down vest.