Our last night of camping, we had heard that there was suppose to be snow, but we just assumed that it was JUNE and that the chances were NOT likely. That night we listened to the wind roar. It was very interesting because you could hear the wind coming, and then it would blow threw camp, and finally you could hear it blow away. I had never heard anything like it. It reminded me of ocean waves. That morning as we were trying to pack up camp, it started to snow (it was an ICEY snow). Everyone's hands were frozen and the kids were all crying because they were so cold. The girls spent the morning in the bathroom. Ella stood under the hand blower trying to get warm. We saw these falls on our way out of Yellowstone.
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