I recently returned from an epic trip out west with my mom, my most compatible traveling companion. We wound our way through the deserts of New Mexico, the mountains of Colorado, and eventually made our way up to that always beautiful and at times otherworldly place, our first national park, Yellowstone. I have been going to Yellowstone since I was tiny. An appreciation for the place is, seemingly, woven into my DNA, through generations of anxious Midwest travelers seeking grandeur out west. I won’t go into detail here, partly because I don’t know where to begin, and partly because others have been doing it better for over a century. Instead I will show you a handful of the photographs I took on this most recent trip. Enjoy.