Visiting the parents

 I always visit my parents at least once during my time in Yellowstone.

This year I was there a few days after Memorial Day.  I miss these two every single day.

I know that when my days of working in Yellowstone are finished that it will be rare that I can make this visit and bring them flowers.  It makes me sad to know that when I'm gone they won't be getting any more flowers or visits.

Then I made the rounds to visit my other relatives like Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Roy.

My Aunt Helen.

My grandfather who passed away before I was born.

Any my grandmother who I also never knew.

My beloved Uncle Matt who was my favorite.

Some of the best times of my life were spent at my Aunt Lois and Uncle Frank's ranch.

I haven't visited the Sullivan Ranch in decades.  I wish I could see it one more time.

When it was time to leave I texted Irv to let him know I was taking the back road home.  It saves a lot of miles, but is not traveled by many, is gravel for a long stretch and there's no cell service.  I always want someone to know where to start looking for me if I disappear (too many true crime stories).

I like to stop and smell the roses along the way and I especially enjoyed all the wildflowers in bloom.

There was mountain lupine everywhere.

Before long I started coming off the flats and into the mountains.  I always expect to see wildlife along this route, but the only thing I've ever seen was a beaver a few years ago.

It was a nice day visiting my Idaho roots.