Due to some poor timezone calculations and a car clock that doesn't change automatically we got into Yellowstone much later than excepted. Fortunately, we snagged some free Internet from Starbucks earlier that day and knew where we were sleeping that night. What we didn't know, was the ranger had assigned us one of the absolute worst campsites on the grounds. Strategicially placed right under a massive street light and sandwiched between the RV entrance road and the bathrooms, I wondered if I had said something to upset Vicky, the seemingly sweet bull dyke who checked us in that night.
We changed sites early the next morning. I'll tell you, I had no idea how aggro tree-huggers could get until we waited in the line up at the entrance of the Indian Creek Campgrounds. I likened it to the gold rush and something out of the Legends of the Fall, Brad Pitt played by me, of course. Apparently, a chair thrown in a site means it's taken and backing up on a one way road with kids playing is totally cool - lesson learned. In the end, we snagged a beaut, a corner lot towards the east end of the grounds that backed up to a beautiful ravine, our ravine. If only I had a stake to claim the land my own.
Our stay in Yellowstone was five days, and while I wouldn't call our daily pace aggressive, we saw about as much as one could within our time frame. First on the list, geysers. Geysers, geysers everywhere. Imperial Geyser, Orphan Geyser, White Dome and Pink Cone, Steady Geyser and of course, our favorite, the Schizer Geyser. Okay, that's not really a geyser but it damn well should be. You don't need an amazing imagination to picture what a bubbling Yellowstone paint pot looks like. Get a huge waft of sulfur to the face and you can practically taste it. Yummmy.
The animals of the park were surely a highlight too - eagles, hawks, wolves, foxes, bison, sheep, elk, deer and meese. That's right, according to our resident Canadian, Yasmine Molavi, the plural for moose is meese, you know, just like goose to geese. Thankfully I wasn't driving, for had I been we most assuredly would of ended up in a ravine, perhaps surrounded by some local meese.
Hmm, I wonder if Yogi eats meese or if he's restricted to just picnic baskets?
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| "Why hello, Vicky!" |
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| Love this pic - no touchy. |
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| But just in case the signs didn't work, they drew up this amazing illustration. |
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| Crystal Pool was probably my favorite. It looked so inviting. Thank goodness for those caution signs. |
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| Gibbons Falls in Firehole Canyon. |
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| Welcome to our humble abode. |
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| These idiots didn't get the memo that there are three times more bison incidents than bear attacks in Yellowstone. |
Ha. I love the last photo and your caption. I like to think there was major drama with the onlookers and the bison immediately after.
ReplyDeleteHey guys, it's Callie and Mark! Just realised we haven't got your email address either. We've booked into a place called 75 Traveller's Lodge just a little further down the street from Starlodge. It's a bit of a dive, no air con and a bit smelly but we're only there for one night.
ReplyDeleteJust send us an email (mark-callie@live.co.uk - don't worry we are not a weird couple with a proper joint email address, it was just convenient to keep all our travelling-based emails in one place!) letting us know when/where you want to meet up later (maybe somewhere in the book so it's easy to find?) and we'll come find you. See you later!