I am not sure what year it was when I first visited Yellowstone National Park. I think I was between the ages of 12 and 15. It was the only vacation my entire family ever took. Maybe that is why it stands out in my memory. We were the Griswald's before there was the Griswald's. Mom, Dad, my brother, and our dog {No one would dog sit for us} in a beat up old station-wagon headed West to visit my uncle who lived in Cody, Wyoming. I have wanted to return for so many years. So when Doctor J and I decided we could drive through Montana the next logical step was Yellowstone National Park. The second day of our journey found us in Gardiner, Montana at about 1:00 in the afternoon. We stopped in at the Ranger Station and chatted with the Park Rangers, hit up a local grocery store for lunch and excitedly entered the park. Technically, we saw wild animals before we even hit the park's archway. The animals do not recognize the same boundaries as we do. Several cow el...