Day Six: The best day of our trip. We think.

More Yellowstone. Weather: finally beautiful. Kids: finally amicable. Cabin: still kind of gross.

We took a hike and saw two wolves who looked cruel, furtive, and determined. We saw an antelope, who looked slim, stupid, and nervous. We really wanted to see a bear, but didn't. We saw some newly gnawed bones

 and pretty flowers

and Owen talked the whole time about the personalities and quirks of our chickens, and what size, sex, and hair-length of dog he would prefer if he ever gets a dog. 

Hike was followed by a visit to Mammoth Hot Springs, which Jennifer found more haunting and beautiful than Old Faithful.

Owen declined to get out of the car, having seen enough hot water.

Later we went back to the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone to get a close-up view of the falls just before they plunge hundreds of feet from the cliff. 

We are not photographers, but trust us: none of us will forget this tremendous, terrifying sight or ungodly roar.

Dinner, as ever in Yellowstone, was grim. 

Like eating in a hospital.