A night in a tent in Yellowstone National Park has always been something to remember. In the middle of the night I heared a thumping noise and my imagination added some sniffing too! I woke up Sofie , but then it stopped. Later in the night, Sofie woke me saying there is a beast running around. I heared nothing and went back to sleep. That morning looked grey with clouds still hanging over the top of the pine trees. It was cold and I took out leg warmers, sweater and gloves. My packs were suddenly a lot lighter. Breakfast was our usual oatmeal cookie - this time sitting on a fallen tree, trying to catch the first rays of the sun. Riding out we knew we were going to get warm very soon, since we had to climb along the Gibbon river. A flagman (a person with a sign in her/his hand showing STOP or SLOW) made us stop for almost one hour - right before Gibbon Falls. Our next stop was a visit at the geysers in Norris Basin. Then came the final part of the ride to Mammoth Hot springs: dangerous, we were told... because of the traffic. Roaring mountain was still fuming and the bison was standing a little further down the road. We finally reached the upper terrace of Mammoth Hot Springs. Here we walked the wooden boards again to view the hot springs, dead trees and yellow flowers in the bright white sandy like earth. Beware - it's no sand! We slept in cabin C9 on top of the hill. After dinner we walked around the lowest terrace, viewing white and grey and orange colors on the ground. That evening we wrote postcards (yes...)
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