Tuesday meant a trip to West Yellowstone to interview some great people and take photos. West Yellowstone, known only as ‘West’ to locals, is a great little town situated just a few steps outside the West gate of Yellowstone National Park. During the Spring and Summer months West is abuzz with tourist activities but we are still just outside the peak season and are happy to find it still just a bit groggy while shopkeepers get ready for the rush. Our duties complete with a follow-up visit scheduled, we are ready to head home and decide to take the road through the park. We rolled down our windows to allow the brisk Spring air to drift through the car as pine trees race by. Conversation turned to a discussion of various wildlife spotted in the park and Robyn had just sorrowfully recounted how she had never even seen a bear, when a familiar sight came into view. Long lines of cars parked along the sides of the road, and even cars stopped in the road by a Park Ranger, this is a telltale sign of wildlife. We park, grab camera, and run to join the crowd, and then this happened (see photo). We stood for about 30 minutes in awe of the scene just feet away. Mama gracefully foraging for the freshest blades of grass while cub1 and cub2 stood on their hind legs and wrestled each other in the background, I became increasingly envious of the enormous camera lenses that surrounded me, and Robyn thoughtfully placed a check mark in a box, on a list, tucked neatly away in her mind.