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But at night they become particularly magical. Lights along the
walkways flicker to life as the sun sets, casting crystalline shad-
ows across the paths. Outside the main building, a nightly fire
provides the perfect spot to sit and read a book while you and
the little ones roast marshmallows.
But with all due respect to the lovely tipis, the delicious break-
fast, and the family games on the grounds, the real star of our
stay was the elk.
We stayed for a night in June of last year, just as summer was
waking up the hills and the river was swelling with snowmelt.
As the sun set and the air began to cool, we heard the bugle of
an elk. Or rather, our son heard it and asked what it was. We
told him it was the call of a male elk. It didn't take long before
we found them—there must have been at least thirty—placidly
grazing not far off from the grounds of Yellowstone Tipis. There,
Yeowstone Tipis
EXCISES THE PAIN AND
SUFFERING FROM CAMPING.
