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A Farewell to Hong

30 Sep
From Victor, Idaho, we began our journey to our next destination:  Utah.  Having researched our state park options, we were excited to see a number of parks around Salt Lake City.  Hong decided that he would prefer to stay in Salt Lake City–I think he is really tired of our limited space, remote areas, and lack of salsa dancing.  So, with sadness, we parted ways with Hong, who happily found a hotel with a pool and spent a glorious few days of relaxation in Salt Lake City.  Meanwhile, we went in search for the perfect state park to call home for the week.
After checking out two state parks that weren’t bad but just didn’t feel right, we pulled into East Canyon State Park in Morgan rather late in the evening.  We agreed that even if the park was not all we hoped for, it would need to be home for the night as it was getting late and a storm was moving into the area.  As usual, I was monitoring our internet situation while Chris was driving.  The closer we got to the park, the weaker the connection grew.  “Oh no!” I thought, “Not another one of these weeks!”  When we pulled in to the park, we were excited to see a sign that advertised “Free Wifi.”  At a state park!  Awesome!  Sadly, it did not work and neither did our Mifi.  But, we were exhausted and decided to deal with the issue in the morning.
The following day Chris worked with a weak internet signal at various points around the park, both at picnic tables and in the car due to rain.  Not wanting to move again, we went ahead and paid for another night…although we did move campsites to one where he had a stronger cell phone signal.  To our magnificent surprise, the park ranger came through for us and the following morning, the park’s wifi service was working.  East Canyon State Park became our home for the week.  High five!
The park was eerily quiet and at times, we were the only people there.  As noted by a friend of mine, it could easily be the setting for a horror movie.  Thankfully, there were no psychotic killers on the loose in the park.  Instead, we had a wonderful week!  We had fantastic views all around us and although the weather was quite rainy for most of the week, our time was very pleasant.  Sometimes, a rainy day is a good thing.  The storms would usually occur in the late afternoon and by sunset we were entertained with gigantic rainbows right over the campground.  In the evening, we had visits to the campground by deer and skunk.   One night, we actually saw a porcupine waddling down the road.  This was my first porcupine…a very exciting moment.
While not an adventure-filled week, East Canyon State Park may find a place on our campground top ten list.  It had wonderful amenities, huge sites, and amazing views.  All in all, it was a nice place to call home for a week.  Our week ended with a great laugh…for one of us.  Upon our departure of the park, as usual, we had to empty our gray and black tanks, a task to which we are now well accustomed.  It is typically a team effort; neither of us wants to do take sole responsibility for the unpleasant task, although one of us always tries to find some excuse as to why we cannot participate.  Without discussion, we each proceeded with our assigned roles:  I gathered the sewer hose parts while Chris began the connection.  As I leaned over to place the sewer hose into the drain, Chris yelled, “Look Out!”  I dropped the hose and jumped back out of the way, moving faster than I had ever moved.  My heart was pounding.  I looked back only to see that he was kidding and laughing hysterically.  Yeah…that’s funny.  I’m thinking next time he’s on his own with this task.
East Canyon State Park in Morgan, UT

East Canyon State Park in Morgan, UT

From Victor, Idaho, we began our journey to our next destination:  Utah.  Having researched our state park options, we were excited to see a number of parks around Salt Lake City.  Hong decided that he would prefer to stay in Salt Lake City–I think he is really tired of our limited space, remote areas, and lack of salsa dancing.  So, with sadness, we parted ways with Hong, who happily found a hotel with a pool and spent a glorious few days of relaxation in Salt Lake City.  Meanwhile, we went in search for the perfect state park to call home for the week.

After checking out two state parks that weren’t bad but just didn’t feel right, we pulled into East Canyon State Park in Morgan rather late in the evening.  We agreed that even if the park was not all we hoped for, it would need to be home for the night as it was getting late and a storm was moving into the area.  As usual, I was monitoring our internet situation while Chris was driving.  The closer we got to the park, the weaker the connection grew.  “Oh no!” I thought, “Not another one of these weeks!”  When we pulled in to the park, we were excited to see a sign that advertised “Free Wifi.”  At a state park!  Awesome!  Sadly, it did not work and neither did our Mifi.  But, we were exhausted and decided to deal with the issue in the morning.

We searched for the pot of gold...but didn't find it.

We searched for the pot of gold...but didn't find it.

The following day Chris worked with a weak internet signal at various points around the park, both at picnic tables and in the car due to rain.  Not wanting to move again, we went ahead and paid for another night…although we did move campsites to one where he had a stronger cell phone signal and would at least be able to take calls in the Airstream rather than outside.  We also spoke with the park ranger about the internet issues and she said she would speak to the IT people.  I was doubtful anything would be done.  To our magnificent surprise, however, the park ranger came through for us and the following morning, the park’s wifi service was working. (Here’s a shout out to Park Ranger Liz for her awesomeness!)  East Canyon State Park became our home for the week.  High five!

East Canyon at sunset

East Canyon at sunset

The park was eerily quiet and at times, we were the only people there.  As noted by a friend of mine, it could easily be the setting for a horror movie.  Thankfully, there were no psychotic killers on the loose in the park.  Instead, we had a wonderful week!  We had fantastic views all around us and although the weather was quite rainy for most of the week, our time was very pleasant.  Sometimes, a rainy day is a good thing.  And, nothing beats the sounds of raindrops on aluminum!  The storms would usually occur in the late afternoon and by sunset we were entertained with gigantic rainbows right over the campground.  In the evening, we had visits to the campground by deer and skunk.   One night, we actually saw a porcupine waddling down the road. This was my first porcupine…a very exciting moment.

Another Airstream picture.  Sometimes I just can't resist taking a picture of my shiny home.

Another Airstream picture. Sometimes I just can't resist taking a picture of my shiny home.

While not an adventure-filled week, East Canyon State Park may find a place on our campground top ten list.  It had wonderful amenities, huge sites, and amazing views.  All in all, it was a nice place to call home for a week.  Our week ended with a great laugh…for one of us.  Upon our departure of the park, as usual, we had to empty our gray and black tanks, a task to which we are now well accustomed.  It is typically a team effort; neither of us wants to do take sole responsibility for the unpleasant task, although one of us always tries to find some excuse as to why we cannot participate.  Without discussion, we each proceeded with our assigned roles:  I gathered the sewer hose parts while Chris began the connection.  As I leaned over to place the sewer hose into the drain, Chris yelled, “Look Out!”  I dropped the hose and jumped back out of the way, moving faster than I had ever moved.  My heart was pounding.  I looked back expecting yucky tank contents to be spewing everywhere but instead see my husband laughing hysterically at his own joke.  Yeah…that’s funny.  I’m thinking next time he’s on his own with this task.

 

Moose Sighting + Kayaking = Perfect Day.

29 Sep
At last!  I saw a moose!

At last! I saw a moose!

To end our week, we spent Friday night and all day Saturday in Grand Teton National Park.  Hong had already hiked nearly 40 miles and biked 50 miles by the time we met up with him later that week. Amazing! While our time was limited, we had an incredible day and a half in the park. It truly is a magnificent place!

We met Hong on Friday night at Jenny Lake. When we pulled into the parking lot, we saw our mountain bike that Hong had borrowed locked to a fence. Hanging on the handle bar, not locked, in any way, was Hong’s backpack, containing some of our items as well as his own. Hong was nowhere to be found around the bike. Instead, we found him down by the lake. When we returned to the car, he began searching frantically all around for his backpack. Finally, we confessed to putting the backpack in the truck and then proceeded to advise him that leaving personal belongings unattended is not wise. Hong argued that people who visit parks do not steal. While Chris and I would love to agree to this statement, we simply could not.  We agreed to disagree and then proceeded to a nearby Italian resaturant for a fabulous dinner.

Leigh Lake

Leigh Lake

The following day was perhaps my most favorite day on our entire Airstream adventure. (Okay, it’s at least in the top 5!) For starters, we finally saw a moose!  The moment I had been anxiously awaiting for weeks!  And, we did not just see one moose but two…a moose and its calf.  It was spectacular.  We stood with several others and took pictures of the moment from afar.

Kayaking to our picnic spot on Leigh Lake

Kayaking to our picnic spot on Leigh Lake

We proceeded on to String Lake to begin our outdoor activities.  While Hong went to explore by foot one of the more strenuous trails (and, strangely, he didn‘t invite me along…hmmm…wonder why?) Chris and I put the kayaks in at String Lake and paddled to the connecting Leigh Lake (which is only accessible by boat or foot).  We paddled for about five hours at a leisurely pace simply admiring the amazing scenery. The paddle through String Lake was quite shallow at times but the water was crystal clear. To get to Leigh Lake we actually had to walk our boats about 100 yards, which was quite a workout, but it was well worth it! Leigh Lake had very few other boaters on it and the water was completely still and clear. Overlooking us and clearly reflected in the water was one of the mountain peaks. I have truly never been in water so clear. (Yes, I know I’ve said this before, but it’s true. At least until the next clearest lake.)

Heading back to the boat launch on String Lake

On String Lake, at the end of our amazing day.

We stopped for a picnic on the shore at the base of the mountains. A fabulous spot to enjoy a not-so-creative but oh-so-delicious lunch of peanut butter sandwiches. After a brief rest, we continued on making our way around the lake. Unfortunately, as we paddled the haze from a nearby forest fire filled the sky. It made our sight of the mountains less vibrant but still beautiful nonetheless. We slowly made our way back to String Lake where we met up with Hong and, with sadness, left the park to return to our home in Idaho and prepare for our day of driving to our new location.

Hong had informed us earlier in the day that we would need to go back to his hostel before we left the area so he could return a hiking book he borrowed. To get to the hostel took us a longer route but we made the turn down the narrow, winding road and proceeded in the hostel’s direction. Hong apparently missed the conversation where I reminded Chris that we needed to go back to the hostel, and as we approached the final turn, he reluctantly informed us that we didn’t need to go back after all. Apparently, the book was weighing him down so he put it behind a rock on his trail. When he returned later to get it, someone had taken it. It was a sad moment for him. Despite that unfortunate event, the day was one of the best days I have had on this journey.  The Grand Tetons are indeed grand.

 

Idaho…Who Knew?

28 Sep
Grand Teton National Park

Grand Teton National Park

We departed early from Yellowstone and began our journey to the Grand Tetons. Since we were several days ahead of our reserved time at Colter Bay RV Park in Grand Teton, we decided to go and check out the area, confirm whether we could get internet service, and see about changing our reservation.

Several people had told me that of the two parks, Grand Teton was their favorite. As a result, I had high expectations. While I’m not sure if I can pick a favorite (I think both parks are truly amazing), we had a glorious week around the park. We checked out Colter Bay RV Park, which had nice sites, but unfortunately it had a very weak internet signal for us and we wouldn’t be able to take the chance. So, off we went in search for a place to stay. We quickly found the local visitor’s center and a list of nearby RV parks. Wow. Expensive. (We later learned that Teton County is the wealthiest county per capita of any in the United States.) Not that the RV park in Colter Bay was cheap, but at least we are IN the park. After recovering from sticker shock, we called a few places and had settled on a nearby RV park that seemed suitable for us and near the park’s entrance. Just as we were on our way, I double-checked the RV Park Review site, a handy tool in my opinion, and found not so pleasant reviews. Hmm…Dilemma. For its cost, I expect a pristine park.

At the top of Teton Pass

At the top of Teton Pass

We opted to not drive all the way back to the park and instead decided to turn to Idaho for help. After a most pleasant recent stay in Idaho, we turned once again to the land of potatoes in hopes of finding a home. And we did. Advertised as the “Quiet Side of the Tetons,”Teton Valley Campground in Victor, Idaho was a most pleasant and affordable home for the week. So, off we headed over Teton Pass and into Victor. After making our way over Teton Pass towing a trailer, Chris vowed he would not do that pass again. It was the steepest pass we have encountered to date with a 10% grade. 

The RV park was very nice and very clean. It had a heated pool (which they intended to close but Hong and I refused to let that happen), laundry facilities, and a basketball court.

Unfortunately, however, to get back to the Grand Tetons required going over the pass. With Chris and his busy week with work, we decided to not return to Grand Teton until the weekend, keeping with our original schedule. So, we enjoyed our time in Victor, Idaho, playing HORSE on the basketball court (where we were reminded that neither of us are skilled in the game. At all.), swimming in the refreshing and only somewhat heated pool, visiting nearby Driggs (a cute town), and cooking fabulous dinners.

We *heart* Idaho.

We *heart* Idaho.

Hong tried his best to enjoy the “Quiet Side” and even found, the Headwaters Club at Teton Springs Resort, a fancy golf resort nearby where he could watch the U.S. Open and sip lemonade…all day. But, at last, he tired of us and hopped on a bus to Jackson, the “Exciting and Tourist-filled side of the Tetons“, where he spent the remainder of the week hiking extremely strenuous trails and enjoying the great outdoors. Meanwhile, Chris and I continued to enjoy the quiet town of Victor, noting how, with the exception of our bad week at Priest Lake, the state of Idaho has come through for us in our time of need.  It was all that and a bag of chips.  Potato…of course.

 

Oh, Give Me A Home…

23 Sep
0For our second day in Yellowstone, we began to seriously consider the fact that we would not have a week in the park due to our internet issues.  So, we needed to make the most of our very limited time and the only way to do that in Yellowstone is to climb in the car and drive…a lot.  We had many things on our to do list, including the Lower Falls, Old Faithful, and Lamar Valley (the “American Serengeti”) to name just a few.
Our first destination was the Lower Falls, because it was the closest, but it still took some time to get there as we had several pleasant distractions.  First, we had to wait for a herd of bison to cross the road (And, before you ask, I don’t know why they crossed the road).  Additionally, of course, when there are animals, there is traffic both from the waiting for the crossing to occur and to allow the 30 cars in front of us to take pictures of the sight.  I include myself in that group because no matter how many time I saw bison in Yellowstone (and we saw a lot) I had to take a picture of the 2000-pound creature. It’s just an incredible creature.
Our second pleasant distraction was the Mud Volcano, a stop that included a brief hike around several interesting geothermal features, including my favorite, the dragon’s mouth, appropriately named for the cavern’s “sloshing, belching, and steaming” (as noted by Yellowstone’s website).  Hong, finding the trail’s sulphuric smells somewhat unpleasant, hurried through and returned to the car.  Chris and I enjoyed the walk and seeing the bubbling mud pots.
We finally made it to the Lower Falls, first walking with the other 500 tourists to Artist‘s Point to view the falls from afar.  The sight of the canyon and the falls was spectacular, but for Hong, this view was simply not enough.  He needed to be closer.  So, off we went to search for the trail that gets us as close to the Falls as possible.  We found Uncle Tom’s Trail and without hesitation, began our journey.
The trail is not strenuous but for those with a fear of heights, apparently a group to which I now belong, the trail can be a bit intimidating.  The trail leads to a series of steep, steel-mesh stairs, 328 stairs to be exact.  Going down this steep set of stairs while being able to see everything under you makes for an interesting and, as noted by one hiker,  “trippy“ journey.  Tightly gripping the handrail, I took one step at a time, trying to ignore the dizziness I was feeling while also chanting to myself, “Don‘t look down.”  (But, inevitably looking down).  I finally reached the bottom, thankful I had persevered through my new fear of heights.  The destination was marvelous.  Surprisingly, there were few people on the small platform at the bottom.  We had enough space to take a few pictures and have a moment to just stare at the scenery.  While going up the 328 stairs was not as scary, Chris and I were quickly reminded that we are getting old and that we need to work out more. (Hong practically ran up the stairs and showed no signs of being tired.  What an annoying inspiration he is.)
Believe it or not, that was about all we had time for that day.  By the time we made it back close to our campground, it was approaching dinner time and we were tired of being in a car.  We decided to check out a trail near our campground to stretch our legs.  Before we could get to that trail, however, we had to wait for more buffalo to cross the road.  This time, we were much closer to the action and one buffalo was not happy.  He made all sorts of grunting sounds and even rubbed up against one car.  An exciting moment.  And, as usual, I took pictures.
Our last trail of the day was a trail called Storm Point.  Ironically, or maybe not so much, a storm was moving in while we were on the trail.  We made the short hike to the lake, took some pictures, and the strong winds guided us back quickly to our car.  It was a great day in Yellowstone and I look forward to my necessary return trip.  Question:  Am I bad tourist that I neglected to see Old Faithful while visiting Yellowstone?
I wonder if he gets tired of having his picture taken?

I wonder if he gets tired of having his picture taken?

For our second day in Yellowstone, we began to seriously consider the fact that we would not have a week in the park due to our internet issues.  So, we needed to make the most of our very limited time and the only way to do that in Yellowstone is to climb in the car and drive…a lot.  We had many things on our to do list, including the Lower Falls, Old Faithful, and Lamar Valley (the “American Serengeti”) to name just a few.

The Dragon's Mouth

The Dragon's Mouth

Our first destination was the Lower Falls, because it was the closest, but it still took some time to get there as we had several pleasant distractions.  First, we had to wait for a herd of bison to cross the road (And, before you ask, I don’t know why they crossed the road).  Additionally, of course, when there are animals, there is traffic both from the waiting for the crossing to occur and to allow the 30 cars in front of us to take pictures of the sight.  I include myself in that group because no matter how many time I saw bison in Yellowstone (and we saw a lot) I had to take a picture of the 2000-pound creature.

Our second pleasant distraction was the Mud Volcano, a stop that included a brief hike around several interesting geothermal features, including my favorite, the dragon’s mouth, appropriately named for the cavern’s “sloshing, belching, and steaming” (as noted by Yellowstone’s website).  Hong, finding the trail’s sulphuric smells somewhat unpleasant, hurried through and returned to the car.  Chris and I enjoyed the walk and seeing the bubbling mud pots.

View of the Lower Falls from Artist's Point

View of the Lower Falls from Artist's Point

We finally made it to the Lower Falls, first walking with the other 500 tourists to Artist‘s Point to view the falls from afar.  The sight of the canyon and the falls was spectacular, but for Hong, this view was simply not enough.  He needed to be closer.  So, off we went to search for the trail that gets us as close to the Falls as possible.  We found Uncle Tom’s Trail and without hesitation, began our journey.

After 328 STEEP steps down, this is the reward.

After 328 STEEP steps down, this is the reward.

The trail is not strenuous but for those with a fear of heights, apparently a group to which I now belong, the trail can be a bit intimidating.  The trail leads to a series of steep, steel-mesh stairs, 328 stairs to be exact.  Going down this steep set of stairs while being able to see everything under you makes for an interesting and, as noted by one hiker,  “trippy“ journey.  Tightly gripping the handrail, I took one step at a time, trying to ignore the dizziness I was feeling while also chanting to myself, “Don‘t look down.”  (But, inevitably looking down.)  I finally reached the bottom, thankful I had persevered through my new fear of heights.  The destination was marvelous.  Surprisingly, there were few people on the small platform at the bottom.  We had enough space to take a few pictures and have a moment to just stare at the scenery.  While going up the 328 stairs was not as scary, Chris and I were quickly reminded that we are getting old and that we need to work out more. (Hong practically ran up the stairs and showed no signs of being tired.  What an annoying inspiration he is.)

A very unhappy buffalo. (This is what I look like when I need chocolate.)

A very unhappy buffalo. (This is what I look like when I need chocolate.)

Believe it or not, that was about all we had time for that day.  By the time we made it back to our campground, it was approaching dinner time and we were tired of being in a car.  We decided to check out a trail near our campground to stretch our legs.  Before we could get to that trail, however, we had to wait for more buffalo to cross the road.  This time, we were much closer to the action and one buffalo was not happy.  He made all sorts of grunting sounds and even rubbed up against one car.  An exciting moment.  And, as usual, I took pictures.

Storm Point Trail

Storm Point Trail

Our last trail of the day was a trail called Storm Point, which passes by Indian Pond and leads to Yellowstone Lake.  Ironically, or maybe not so much, a storm was moving in while we were on the trail.  We made the short hike to the lake, took some pictures, and the strong winds guided us back quickly to our car.  It was a great day in Yellowstone and I look forward to my necessary return trip in order to complete my to-do list.  Question:  Does the fact that I neglected to see Old Faithful make me a bad tourist?

 

What? No Televisions in Yellowstone?

22 Sep
We left from Bozeman with reservations for one week in Yellowstone and one week in Grand Teton National Park.  How awesome is that?  It is, trust me. I was totally ready to see loads of animals, including a moose, which Chris promised I would see before we completed our tour of these national parks.
The drive itself from Bozeman to Yellowstone was a scene out of the movie, A River Runs Through It…spectacular!  While I did not see Brad Pitt, I did see a number of fly fishermen in the river along our incredible drive.  We arrived into West Yellowstone, grabbed a totally overpriced mediocre barbeque dinner at one of the restaurants, and proceeded on into the park, a little later than we would have liked.
Our welcoming committee to the park consisted of one lonely buffalo walking down the middle of the road.  He backed up traffic and had no concerns for the cars on the road, probably because we were more scared of him than he was of us.  He could seriously do some damage to our car if he wanted.  So, we carefully made our way around him, marveling at his size and…well…ugliness.  Sorry, Mr. Buffalo.
We had reservations at Fishing Bridge RV Park, the only park in Yellowstone with hookups.  It is conveniently located near Yellowstone Lake, in the heart of the park.  How could it be anything less than perfect?  I’ll tell you.  Our satellite did not work and while I was told Verizon worked in the park, it didn’t.  Plus, rather than having a campsite, the RV park is a parking lot, which I understand why they do this, but it takes away from the enjoyment when you don’t even have a picnic table.  So, we had a difficult decision to make since Chris needed to work for a few days while we were there and it would not be possible without internet.  Instead of worrying about that immediately, however, we decided instead to enjoy the weekend in the park.
On our first full day in Yellowstone we quickly left and went to Montana.  Seriously.  We had good reason:  the start of college football.  As a Hokie (and the daughter in an Auburn-obsessed family), there was no way we were going to miss Virginia Tech playing Alabama. Since the park service would prefer that its guests enjoy nature while visiting, there were no televisions anywhere. (Hong actually called a few of the resorts for us as he was positive someone would have a television in their restaurant.  Um…no.)  So, we went to Chico Hot Springs for a few quality hours in hot water and some football-watching fun.
At Chico, we had delicious food, a relaxing time in the hot springs, and good company.  We met John Graham from Louisiana who is a composer and he entertained us with his incredible piano playing skills and performed an amazing rendition of Dixie.  He and Hong instantly bonded over piano talk while Chris and I sat on the edge of our seats in the bar watching the game with a Las Vegas county prosecutor and his friend, a Las Vegas cop (a.k.a. Law and Order).  It was a great night…(sigh)…despite our loss to Alabama.   We left from Bozeman with reservations for one week in Yellowstone and one week in Grand Teton National Park.  How awesome is that?  It is, trust me. I was totally ready to see loads of animals, including a moose, which Chris promised I would see before we completed our tour of these national parks.
The drive itself from Bozeman to Yellowstone was a scene out of the movie, A River Runs Through It…spectacular!  While I did not see Brad Pitt, I did see a number of fly fishermen in the river along our incredible drive.  We arrived into West Yellowstone, grabbed a totally overpriced mediocre barbeque dinner at one of the restaurants, and proceeded on into the park, a little later than we would have liked.
Our welcoming committee to the park consisted of one lonely buffalo walking down the middle of the road.  He backed up traffic and had no concerns for the cars on the road, probably because we were more scared of him than he was of us.  He could seriously do some damage to our car if he wanted.  So, we carefully made our way around him, marveling at his size and…well…ugliness.  Sorry, Mr. Buffalo.
We had reservations at Fishing Bridge RV Park, the only park in Yellowstone with hookups.  It is conveniently located near Yellowstone Lake, in the heart of the park.  How could it be anything less than perfect?  I’ll tell you.  Our satellite did not work and while I was told Verizon worked in the park, it didn’t.  Plus, rather than having a campsite, the RV park is a parking lot, which I understand why they do this, but it takes away from the enjoyment when you don’t even have a picnic table.  So, we had a difficult decision to make since Chris needed to work for a few days while we were there and it would not be possible without internet.  Instead of worrying about that immediately, however, we decided instead to enjoy the weekend in the park.
On our first full day in Yellowstone we quickly left and went to Montana.  Seriously.  We had good reason:  the start of college football.  As a Hokie (and the daughter in an Auburn-obsessed family), there was no way we were going to miss Virginia Tech playing Alabama. Since the park service would prefer that its guests enjoy nature while visiting, there were no televisions anywhere. (Hong actually called a few of the resorts for us as he was positive someone would have a television in their restaurant.  Um…no.)  So, we went to Chico Hot Springs for a few quality hours in hot water and some football-watching fun.
At Chico, we had delicious food, a relaxing time in the hot springs, and good company.  We met John Graham from Louisiana who is a composer and he entertained us with his incredible piano playing skills and performed an amazing rendition of Dixie.  He and Hong instantly bonded over piano talk while Chris and I sat on the edge of our seats in the bar watching the game with a Las Vegas county prosecutor and his friend, a Las Vegas cop (a.k.a. Law and Order).  It was a great night…(sigh)…despite our loss to Alabama.
A River Runs Through It

A River Runs Through It

We left from Bozeman with reservations for one week in Yellowstone and one week in Grand Teton National Park.  How awesome is that?  It is, trust me. I was totally ready to see loads of animals, including a moose, which Chris promised I would see before we completed our tour of these national parks.

The drive itself from Bozeman to Yellowstone was a scene out of the movie, A River Runs Through It.  Spectacular!  While I did not see Brad Pitt, I did see a number of fly fishermen in the river along our incredible drive.  We arrived into West Yellowstone, grabbed a totally overpriced mediocre barbeque dinner at one of the restaurants, and proceeded on into the park, a little later than we would have liked.

Our Yellowstone Welcoming Committee

Our Yellowstone Welcoming Committee

Our welcoming committee to the park consisted of one lonely buffalo walking down the middle of the road.  At night.   He backed up traffic and had no concerns for the cars on the road, probably because we were more scared of him than he was of us.  He could seriously do some damage to our car if he wanted.  So, we carefully made our way around him, marveling at his size and…well…ugliness.  Sorry, Mr. Buffalo.

We had reservations at Fishing Bridge RV Park, the only park in Yellowstone with hookups.  It is conveniently located near Yellowstone Lake, in the heart of the park.  How could it be anything less than perfect?  Here’s how:  It’s expensive.  They only have pay showers. (I know, you’re thinking, but you have full hookups!  When there are three people packed tightly into such a small space, you actually prefer to shower at a campground’s facilities.  Trust me.)  Our satellite did not work and while I was told Verizon worked in the park, it didn’t work in our particular site.  It did, however, work in other parts of the park.  Lastly, rather than having a campsite, the RV park is a parking lot, which I understand why they do this, but it takes away from the enjoyment when you don’t even have a picnic table…or a view.  On the positive side, the park is conveniently located and the staff was super friendly and helpful.  But, we had a difficult decision to make since Chris needed to work for a few days while we were there and it would not be possible without internet.  Instead of worrying about that immediately, however, we decided instead to enjoy a weekend in the park.
A Field of Bison in Yellowstone

A Field of Bison in Yellowstone

On our first full day in Yellowstone we quickly left and went to Montana.  Seriously.  We had good reason:  the start of college football.  As a Hokie (and the daughter in an Auburn-obsessed family), there was no way we were going to miss Virginia Tech playing Alabama. Since the park service would prefer that its guests enjoy nature while visiting, there were no televisions anywhere. (Hong actually called a few of the resorts for us as he was positive someone would have a television in their restaurant.  Um…no.)  So, we went to Chico Hot Springs, just north of Gardiner, Montana, in Paradise Valley,  for a few quality hours in some hot water and some football-watching fun.

Mammoth Hot Springs

Mammoth Hot Springs

Before arriving at Chico, we did enjoy our time driving through Yellowstone to the north entrance into Montana.   Along the way, we passed Mammoth Hot Springs, loads of bison, and a glimpse of the chapel (King Arthur’s Court) of the religious sect, Church Universal and Triumphant, a sect that predicted the end of the world and built fallout shelters in and around Gardiner, Montana.  Obviously, the end of the world failed to happen on the predicted date and now much of the land owned by the sect has now been sold.  I thought you should have this information.

Our new friend, John Graham

Our new friend, John Graham

At Chico, we had delicious food, a relaxing time in the hot springs, and good company.  We met John Graham from Louisiana who is a composer and he entertained us with his incredible piano playing skills and performed an amazing rendition of Dixie.  He and Hong instantly bonded over piano talk while Chris and I sat on the edge of our seats in the bar watching the game with a Las Vegas county prosecutor and his friend, a Las Vegas cop.  (Interestingly, the prosecutor purchased several acres of land in Montana previously owned by the religious sect.)  It was a great night…(sigh)…despite our loss to Alabama.

 
 
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