Old, yes; Faithful, no

Well, we survived our weekend in West Yellowstone sans kids. I won't even tell you what time we slept in until (it's too embarrassing) but let's just say I haven't slept that long since shortly after college. We had a great time driving through Yellowstone National Park and took a stop at Old Faithful to see what all the fuss was about. It was odd to be sitting on such a tumultuous piece of the earth - a little unsettling with all of the hydrothermal areas and geysers springing out of the ground. For those of you who might never get to cross the Mississippi to see Old Faithful for yourself, I've included a video of the most exciting part. Bo, I might add, was not as impressed as all of the tourists who gasped and grabbed their Nikons at the first little drop of water to appear. (No eyeballs were injured in the rolling that followed). She was almost 7 minutes late to erupt so everyone was on the edge of their seat.

The rodeo was a blast, and we came out of the weekend with only a dislocated elbow to write home about. Oh, sorry - WE didn't get dislocated elbows - one of the saddle bronc riders did. Bo did a great job announcing and we met a seriously crazy Russian grandma who wanted to shake his hand because he was "FAMOUS!" It was funny but disturbing all at the same time.

I'll try to post more with pictures later this week. We are home this weekend and then back again to West Yellowstone next weekend for the finals. Juliana is very excited to go and see her friend, the rodeo clown, once again.

Miss ya'll!