It was cool and foggy when we drove through the Park Entrance this morning. The sky above, when we could see it, was clear and gave every indication of a good day. At the first opportunity to look west, however, we could see a bank of clouds hanging on the horizon looking ready to change things.
By the time we reached the Firehole River, it was so thick we could barely see. We decided we'd put fishing on hold for a bit and travel through the three geyser basins since Steve has not been here before. That would allow a chance for him to see some of these wonders while getting the basic lay of the land along the western side of this magnificent park. We followed many of the boardwalks and visited geysers, fumaroles, mud pots and hot springs galore. By about nine am we were at the upper geyser basin and decided to follow the three mile trail there to see the sights around Old Faithful (or as Jamie likes to call it, "Old Reliable"). There are over six hundred of these things in the park so any of us visiting actually only see a tiny fraction of them.
Following our tour of the basin we wandered through the wonderful Old Faithful Lodge, admiring the unique structure and enjoying a nice lunch out of the rain, which had by then begun to fall in earnest. As the temperature dropped and the rain increased, we headed back west following the Firehole River to the intersection with the Gibbon River and began to follow it upstream. After a few miles we seemed to have out run the rain so we stopped long enough for Steve to wet a hook.
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