As we moved down the road through Yellowstone we chatted about how we had not seen any animals for a while when we came around a corner and ran smack dad into two young frisky Buffalo youngsters who were running down the street right at us. One of them stopped and looked as if he wanted to fight Sweet Love (our Prius) But luckily they walked on by.
We laughed at how it would be bringing in the car to the auto body shop in Oakland saying we got in a fight with a Buffalo.
The rest of the trip was beautiful with only a few fights between Carrie and I.
The below picture is after one of the many punches I received during the ride.
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