Like a crack slowly crawling over the ice, so to does spring come to the GYE, breaking winter's seven-month stranglehold over the plants and animals here. Spring is the time of babies bounding and flowers blooming, each racing to make the most of the bounty of water and sunshine that had been rare commodities just a few weeks prior. All of this juxtaposed with the ever-present hydrothermals, endlessly churning away, oblivious or indifferent to both the perils of winter and the rejoicing of spring.