The other night, when I was camped at Swan Lake, I forgot to mention some visitors I had. Just at dusk, 15 elk came down to the lake to drink. They waded out into chest deep water, past the aquatic plants that were in shallow water. Not long after they were in the water, something up on the road spooked them and they all charged to shore. It looked like a solid wall of water spray, about 75 feet across! It’s too bad I didn’t have enough light to shoot pictures.
Tomorrow, I’m going to pick up some supplies in West Yellowstone, then head north out of town on US-191, towards the Gallatin River. I heard there wasn’t a feed store in West Yellowstone, but since I paid Beverly Hills prices for oats in Driggs, I should have enough to reach Three Forks, MT.