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In which we get there too early

We check out of the Old Faithful Inn, with an aim of seeing the Great Prismatic Spring ahead of the crowd. It is a good theory. But it is still early and cold – so much steam is rising from the springs that they aren’t visible.

The oranges and yellows are all we could see of the Grand Prismatic Spring so early in the morning

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