While it may not have been verbally expressed, they knew it was prohibited; and so they waited until everyone else was hibernating. And when the curious – yet easily fooled – motorists passed, they feigned those dull stares usually reserved for the similarly-minded moronic salmon.
But once the grounds of Yellowstone cleared, they cranked them some Loggins and they freaking DANCED.
My, my, Marilyn T: You’ve been workin’ so hard, and punching that card. Eight hours, for what? Cute Overload’s whatchu got.
Photo by Oliver Klink, and to see the original post on Nat Geo, click here.