Colter and I spent last Saturday and Sunday in Yellowstone. After his swimming lessons, we headed to the Bridgers to hike the "M." Half we up, we talked ourselves into sleeping outside that night. We headed home and packed out stuff to make our way to Yellowstone. Cold. That's the word to describe Sunday morning. But, there's nothing better than Yellowstone in the spring before all the touristas hit the park.

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Right after I left, he launched into a spirited version of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."