Day 1 - Elizabeth packs and repacks her pack. Is that redundant?
Teresa, Elizabeth and I enjoying the last effects of good hygiene. It will be four days before we see plumbing again.
Left to right: Christina, one of our two guides; Alicia, and her husband Randy on a suspension bridge over Hellroaring Creek.
Me and the Muffin, still relatively clean.
Heading out into the wilds.
Elizabeth at the end of the trail on day one.
All the campsites we stayed at were marked with animal bones.
Teresa being visited by a tiny pink cloud on the morning of the second day of the trip.
"How many buffalo turds d'ya figure are in this field?"
Tony, our other guide and chef. Christina's pillar-like legs can be seen beside him. That girl could tow some weight!
Second day on the trail and we're already getting giddy. The Yellowstone River is in the background.
A buffalo bull gives Marcy and Teresa his opinion of backpackers.
Marmot - the Fat Daddy Pimps of Yellowstone.
Elizabeth and Teresa positively freaking out over the eyefuls of splendor in every direction.
Elizabeth and Teresa on lunch break overlooking the Yellowstone River on day 2.
Randy and Alicia, high above the Yellowstone.
Front row L to R: Randy, Alicia, Brad, Teresa, Me. Back row L to R: Ann, Elizabeth, Doug, Joe, Tony, Marcy. Christina was taking the picture.
Second night's camp.
Looking down at the river from our campsite on the second night.
An absolutely stunning lake that we found on our third day which we inevitably dubbed "Shithole Lake".
A tributary rapid that feeds the Yellowstone. We stopped here for lunch on day three.
Third day on the trail. Starting to look a little more outdoorsmanesque. Starting to smell a incredibly Yeti-ful.
Cutest, Sweetest Muffin next to the thundering Yellowstone.
Muffin and Yeti next to the Yellowstone.
More dinking around on the trail.
Teresa finds out that "Yellowstone" is the Indian word for "ass-freezing cold".
Teresa and Elizabeth on the sandy beach where we spent our third night out.
The view from our campsite on the third night.
The tree that mercifully did not fall and kill us all whilst we slept.
Teresa and Elizabeth on the beach - night three.
Randy wants to know if he can use this water-filter-thingamadilly to make Scotch.
Tony and Christina, our guides, giving us an impromtu lesson on food stowage in bear country.
Day four. Yes, that's the desert. Yes, it's hot. No, we don't care.
This is what we had to look at all day. When I finally saw Gardiner, WY from a mile away, I wanted to turn around and run back into the park.
Girls with guns: Elizabeth, Teresa and Alicia show how burly four days of hiking can make you.
Cool grass and flush toilets: Teresa on the grass in front of the visitor center at Mammoth after the end of the hike.
