I woke up the next morning about 15 miles away from the North Unit of the park. I was especially excited to explore this area as it was where I had hung out in the grip of winter. Being able to see it filled with life seemed especially appealing. Not a mile in the road was blocked by a herd of bison. About twenty of these mammoth bovines stood in the middle of the road, walking around seemingly unconcerned about blocking traffic. To add icing to the cake, a few “red dogs” seemed to be along for the ride. That’s what they call baby bison because of their red coat. There was one that was particularly tiny; it couldn’t have been more than a month old and you could see it was still getting used to walking around. Eventually they cleared the road, heading off into the plains, allowing me to head to my next hike.