Yellowstone was right around the corner. But, we didn't drive a straight line. As CD and I are prone to do, we decided to take the scenic route. The Beartooth Highway was significantly longer, but it called to us. And it was worthwhile. Those choices always are.
Snow. Yes, after 104°temperatures the morning before, and cold, windy rain the night before, now we encountered snow. At the first patches we stopped-- even had a snowball fight with a family from Grand Rapids, MI (I owe that boy a snowball down his shirt...) then drove past more and more as we gained elevation. At 10,947 feet, at the pass, we were above the tree line. It felt like we were living in a postcard.