We cruised in late afternoon....our first night of camping! yeah! I was excited...chris not so much, and when I said, “great lets set up my wee tent”.... he says, “no, lets set up your dad's big ass tent”.... “but we decided not to bring that one remember?”.... “oh, but we did....it somehow 'snuck' in”.... “oh really?...'snuck' in huh? ....hum.” [i totally threw it in. her dad approved with a smile when i did it too] Not only is he my dad's height, but he acts like him as well....
So we set up my dad's big ass tent...its well, big and awkward, and of course i had to set it up since chris is a bit, well, lets just say, city. [yep]
It was embarrassing dad....that is all i have to say....embarrassing....but spacious....who knows, maybe it is like the Yukon....we hate the idea of it, but damn is it nice! [i streched out with joy under the cavernous hotel that was the cabelas portable lodge, yep, the tent name is “the lodge”.]
none the less...we will be using the wee tent from now on. [which is comfy, but no lodge...more like a motor inn]
And then we saw Ol Dirty [for those not in the know, Ol' Dirty is Ol' Faithful] spew it up....it was well, a bit anticlimactic, but worthwhile.
And after fighting the crowd to get back to the car, we set off to the prismatic springs. That was cool. We got some good shots in just as the sun was setting. Chris gave a photography lesson to these 2 cute Indian men....all in all it turned out to be a 2 hour venture around the boardwalk,......boardwalk.
[Dr. From South India]
[Prismatic Springs]
Buffalo, Elk, and Deer, oh my. And when I say Buffalo, I mean a herd of them. wooly mammoths.
[A Drive back to the tent]
After a restful night in the tent for Chris....you see, at this point I am still not fully desensitized to the plethora of noises that come from deep within this beast (chris) [or the paranoia of bear attacks] as he catches a little shut eye......I made some rocket fuel to power us through our day of driving through yellowstone, because I was freaking exhausted.
More buffalo, but what we saw most was The Tourist. There were short ones, small ones, tall ones, really really fat ones, and even a few skinny ones. They spoke German, French, Americana, Texan, Russian, you name it, it was there! [russian oil money must be flowing these days, there were tons of russians in the park, really odd...cori wants to lasso up one of those ruskies]
So if you ever want to see these crazy creatures up close, I suggest YellowStone National Park....home of The Tourists.
It was nice though, the great American roadtrip....pack up the kiddos and head to Yellowstone.
We had to explain this to some French backpackers that we met at a hostel that night. Think of YellowStone as the cultural experience of America....don't necessarily go there thinking that you are just going to see lots of beautiful nature, you are going to see the good, bad and ugly of Americans....because they are all there.
[Out of the park - Regrowth after a fire]
Bozeman, Montana Hostel, you Rock! A really nice huge old home converted into a nice little owned by a really nice Aussie. [5 points to cori for that call, cheap, nice, clean, friendly place to stay] We decided to hit up one of the local dive bars....full of interesting 21 year olds with their semi-eclectic outdoorsy grunge vibes rockin the house. Montana is a gambling town....it was strange to see a bar full of young-ens playing blackjack and such games....I guess i am just use to the old lady with her ciggy hanging out her mouth crankin the slot machines vibe.
Or my mom playing wheel of fortune screaming....come on baby, come on.
And as we left the bar we got our first sense of hostility, or perhaps it was humor.....a young man yelled “steers and queers” when we drove off. funny boy. [srsly, so 80's although, it is fun to live up to the stereotype...we've been occasionally adding the accents to dramatize our travels. and to accessorize our gas guzzling beast of a truck]
maybe we should get a bumper sticker that says that.....that would be funny. “Don't mess with Texas...its full of steers and queers.” I like it.
then we ate buffalo. had to do it. and yum. i had buffalo chile, and chris a giant buffalo burger. yum.
a day of nothingness was in high demand, so we went out and got us some.
and off to bed at a decent hour, not that we have been staying up until dawn, but dang, it does not get dark until around 10pm in these parts....our sense of time is wayyy off....cant wait for Alaska!
We woke to rustling bags at 5:30am....oh how i love dorm room hostels...they are truly the best. [i blame ireland, this time.]
Finally set off at around 11:30...which is pretty much record for the two of us.
Stopped at a diner in Avon, Montana because the hostel owner said their Huckleberry shakes were amazing. I think my favorite thing about montana is that they have boot glasses. We split a Huckleberry shake in a boot glass....I think I will have to go back just to get me one!
Then a man in the restaurant was saying how he really wants to go and visit New Zealand...me and chris started laughing because the area surrounding us looks a hellofa lot like Kiwi land. You are already there buddy!
Oh, and the women's restroom was awesome.....they had 2 toilets side by side without a divide between the two. I guess so you can high five your neighbor when they get their “duty” done. ha.
high five.
Then I made chris eat corned beef hash. He LOVED it. [v.o.m.i.t.] Said if he could only have one thing in life, it would be corned beef hash atop a toasted english muffin absolutely filled with butter....ummmm. [v.o.m.i.t.]
I know....you are just trying all kinds of new and wonderful things with me chris!
haha! aweSOME!!!! (high five)
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