This summer, my dad, brother, and I flew into Billings to see Montana and do some beautiful hikes in Yellowstone and Glacier National Parks.
After less than an hour in the park, I saw my first black bear about seventy-five feet away. He paid us no mind whatsoever.
We saw this bison just a few hours later:
We found out shortly after that it hadn’t been a rare occasion:
I never knew there was anything like these pronghorn antelope in Yellowstone until we saw them just off the side of the road our second day:
We also spotted a female elk:
This photo was just after an osprey emerged from the river trying to catch dinner:
A beautiful shot of the plains:
The young mountain goats were by far my favorite animal on the trip: