Where the Wild Things Are

As a child growing up, one of my favorite memories is having my father read me "Where the Wild Things Are", Maurice Sendak's classic children's story about Max, a disobedient boy to be sure and sent to bed without his supper, who sails away to where the Wild Things Are. My wife and I even found it still in print recently and bought a copy. You know, just in case.

Anyway we've just returned from where the Wild Things really are in North America - the greater Yellowstone area of Northwest Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho. What once was open range country is now tough for ranching, and much of the area is National Park in the form of Yellowstone National Park itself, and Grand Teton National Park just to the south near Jackson, Wyoming. This truly is amazingly big beautiful country, and well worth the effort of a trip up there.

I'm still recovering from some sort of nasty bug I picked up the day we left, probably caught from when I wasn't gored by these 2000 pound bison jumping a fence near the beginning of the trip, or when I didn't fall into Grand Prismatic Spring, or something anyway.

So there will be much more to come in the form of stories, pictures, and perhaps some video to go along with it all when I'm a bit more recovered.