Which I'm thinking my dad can appreciate. He took Uncle Matt and myself to lots of awesome places as kids and often we were most excited about staying in a hotel. Apparently the legacy lives on. Also, this is a good (and unfortunately too cute) point to make that my kids are in no way travel angels nor do they love everything we do. Often their response to activities is not done in song. In fact, as we got ready that morning we talked about going on an adventure, but as we walked Matthew pointed out often "this is not the best adventure ever." One of the many ways we handle it (besides snacks of course) is talking a lot about how each of us gets to choose activities and sometimes the kids have to suck it up for activities Mommy and Daddy choose and then we go do something they choose.
After the geysers we headed back to the aforementioned hotel that Matthew "loves":
A quick stop at roaring mountain:
And thanks to the keen eyes of a biologist on board, we caught a glimpse at these Swans off in the distance:
As the trails around Mammoth were fairly clear of snow, we anticipated clearer trails at Norris and didn't bring along our backpack or sled. Matthew did awesome in the deep snow with his own pole:
Though I did have to "carry him like a puppy" for a bit. The snow was thigh-high for him and not always tramped down, so I held him by his collar to aid him in getting up quickly when he fell or to keep him trucking along. He covered right at a mile on his own two feet which was pretty impressive. We came across lots of frosted trees:
We got back with plenty of time before dinner to explore the Map Room and the great games you could borrow. Matthew loved playing Go Fish.
Of course then it was dinner time, which included yet another beautiful rendition of the Elk pooping from Matthew. The second night we had very few sleep issues as the kiddos were delightfully exhausted!