Hiking up the ridge about two miles from the visitors center parking lot, I heard my first coyote howl. It was like he gave everybody else permission to start singing. I have no idea how many coyotes there were that night and I never saw a single one.
The colder temperatures and the high humidity in the air meant steam was easily visible from the smallest of fissures to the largest of geysers.
It got so warm, the elk decided to take refuge behind Liberty Cap and the small amount of shade it provided.