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Day 10. Friday Sep 18, 2009. Local Hike, Poking Around.

Last night I found out what happens when the holding clip of an ostomy pouch fails when you're sleeping. You don't wanna know...

We decide to make this the easy day and do a local hike. Sharon suggests that we talk to the information lady in the RV park check-in station, so that's just what we do. She seems to take forever with the couple in front of us, but finally we're up.

We ask about local hikes, and she produces a brochure with those hikes in it. She suggests a couple, then says, "Be extra careful around here. They found grizzly tracks under the (Fishing) bridge last night, and a couple of days ago, there were new tracks behind the building here." "Can we see?" I ask. "Sure," she says, and tells the next couple she'll be right back. Out we go. She points to a spot on the ground like all the other ground spots, and said, "See it? Right there? Hmmm, a herd of elk came through yesterday. It looks like they obliterated the grizzly track." I think, "Hmmm, yes but where are the elk tracks, then?" But to her I say, "Hmmm." {She even laid down a pen to show the size of the bear track. We were all so polite and pretended we could see something, Oh Well.}

We take off, headed for the Storm Point trail, which circles Indian Pond, then goes out to the shore of Yellowstone Lake. Its big feature is that there are big rocky sections out there, and a group of Golden-bellied Marmots inhabitate (Like that word? It's probably the last time you'll ever see it) the rocks.

We drive to the pullout area, and in we go. Sharon likes this dead tree, which is split down the middle such that you can actually see through it.

Some flowers note our passing.

It's a very nice walk, especially after we get past the meadows and into the shade of the trees near the lake.

Out at the rocks, we check all over for marmots, but the varmints are nowhere to be seen. We theorize that on this very hot afternoon, they are down in their burrows, napping and waiting for the cool early evening.

We head back and Sharon demonstrates a buffalo dust wallow.

Next Sharon says she has read about a tour of Yellowstone Inn, so we drive there, but take note of two different sections. One is a big yellow building with smaller yellow bungalows or cabins around it. The other is a rustic log lodge, a little like Yellowstone Inn. I'm guessing the log one is the Yellowstone Inn, but Sharon thinks it's the yellow one. We go in and check the prices for dinner as we have decided to eat out tonight. You have to have reservations and about $80 a person, but this IS the tourable inn. For some reason I can't remember, we don't do the tour, but go over to the lodge. We check it out and it's cafeteria style, but the food reads great on the menu. We decide to eat here.

We are lucky enough to go through the line and get our table moments before a couple of tour buses unload about 150 hungry passengers. Nice timing, guys. It rains a little as we're finishing, and another couple we met in the line point out a great feature in the sky. We rush outside.

Double Rainbow

Can you see the double rainbow? The second rainbow is to the right of the main one, and is very, very faint, but goes through the tip of the biggest stubby branch jutting out to the left of the tree. Awesome.

We shoot some more photos, then decide to head over to Hayden Valley to see if we can get lucky and see some new animals. But on the way, we get the left side of the double rainbow.

I marvel at the difference in light inside the main rainbow vs. outside of it. I don't recall ever seeing anything like this before. Of course, my recollector may not be what it formerly and once was.

As we're doing video and photos, a Bald Eagle flies in and perches in a tree not too far from us.

Bald Eagle about the middle of the photo here

Hayden Valley is double decorated too

At Hayden Valley, we pull over at Grizzly Point and point our binoculars in the direction most people are looking. "Wolves!" yells Sharon. I get on them too, and there are three of them. But are they wolves or coyotes? I forget how one is supposed to tell. Sharon is sure they're wolves. I ask a fellow with a beard I've talked to before, with professional-looking gear, and he says they're coyotes. I ask how he can tell, and he says by the way they yip rather than howl, and that they were yipping earlier.

The ever-hopeful, positive-leaning Sharon is not convinced. "I think they're wolves," she says. I think they're likely coyotes. {I still think they were wolves. It seems to me that coyotes are solitary most of the time and these three were travelling together. I am the eternal optimist.}

We head back to camp then, and get in a nice game of Rummikub, and look at the meager collection of photos and video we shot today. Then it's off to bed. One more big day, and it will be tomorrow. Can't wait.

I've got high in the sky apple pie hopes for tomorrow.

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