When you’ve got a friend living/working in one of the world’s most famous national parks, viagra that’s more than enough reason to head out for a visit. I vaguely remembered my first trip to Montana back when I was around 7 years old. It was a family trip, and we had just returned from Glacier National Park, and all I remember was being particularly excited to ride horses. While I didn’t see any horses on this trip, I did get my visual fill of bison, elk, eagles, hot springs, and long drives.
Unlike a majority of Yellowstone visitors, I didn’t do any camping on this trip. I got to sleep on a couch in my good friend Adam’s family cabin since they run an airplane refueling business out of West Yellowstone every summer. In addition to not camping, I also had the privilege of having a very knowledgeable “tour guide.” I mean, how many first-timers at Yellowstone get to swim in rivers, eat buffalo burgers, see tons of living buffalo, go off-roading in a Jeep, speeding on a motorcycle, and see both Grand Prismatic Spring and Old Faithful FROM THE AIR? (Another advantage to having pilot friends!). I’ll let my photos tell the rest of the story.