My third day in Yellowstone ended up being my last. This was not my intention. But on Day 4 at 4:48 a.m. on my way into the park a bull elk following a couple of females ran smack into my Jeep. I am ok. The Jeep has some bumps and bruises, but thankfully no structural damage, and although it was pitch black dark my hunter friends assure me that in all likelihood the elk survived the collision better than my Jeep.
Still, I found it ironic that on my last day in Yellowstone I would find two solitary bulls at different times, away from the main roads and my fellow tourists.