Springtime in the Rockys has its usual smorgasbord of weather. Sun. Snow. Sun. Rain. Sun. Hail.
Last Sunday the sun beckoned. I loaded bikes in my truck and took a jaunt with two lovely ladies down Paradise Valley to Yellowstone Park. We rode our bikes over bumpy moose and elk tracks on a lovely loop of dirt road below Electric Peak and near the Yellowstone River. We munched on ice cream bars at Mammoth, then crossed the 45th parallel as we zipped down the paved road to the Boiling River where we soaked in the hot springs beneath a blue sky.
Sami and I goofing off in the store at Mammoth.
Sami’s in the Coon Hat and I’m wearing…um…yes…that’s a stuffed moose.

The hot water flows down the falls into the Yellowstone River (murky from spring run-off – but soooo good for the body and soul!)

Karen and I at the Boiling River.