Squirmy hates grass.  He really, really hates grass.  He hates grass so much that if you put him on a blanket in a sea of grass, he will not ever leave the blanket.  It’s as though the blanket sprouted walls and bars and turned into a county jail.  For now,…

It turned out that the road we planned on taking into Yellowstone’s Northeast entrance was washed out from a flooding river, so we actually spent the first day we planned on being in Yellowstone driving all the way to Cody, WY and coming in the east entrance.  By the time…