The sun was rising over the caldera, shining onto the vast landscape below. Old Faithful begins to blow, filling the air with the smell of sulfur while elk and bison grazed along the banks of the Yellowstone river as a gentle breeze sends ripples across the vast Yellowstone lake. I look across Yellowstone on top of Mount Washburn and breath the crisp air as I rest. I start to hike back down among a path of bluebell and lupine flowers. The crunch of the dry leaves and twigs underneath my hiking boots is the only thing that seems to interrupt the peace in the forest. I sit down on a fallen log and take out my map and try to locate where I am in a 2,219,789-acre national park which spreads across Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho. After I find my location, I continue back down for quite a while and arrive at the parking