I can remember going to Teton National Park as a teenager. We would drive through the park and then slam on the brakes pointing out the window frantically toward a distant meadow. It didn’t take long before a huge line of cars was stopped behind us with eager tourists jumping out into the road with their cameras to look for an animal that didn’t exist.
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