This one I painted while hiding behind a public restroom near Mammoth Springs. I thought the tourists would never find me there. They did, but were very polite. It does make one sympathize with the animals of Yellowstone, always trailed by the paparazzi.
On our way to Mammoth Springs we joined a group of beaver watchers on a bridge. The beaver himself kept swimming up and down the river, under the bridge and then back again. You’ve never seen so many grown adults go scurrying across a busy road, pointing and leaning over the railing. They were almost as entertaining as the beaver.