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What? No Televisions in Yellowstone?

Posted by on September 22, 2009
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.

3 Responses to What? No Televisions in Yellowstone?

  1. Mom

    Well, that would never work for your Dad (or your Mom) – no televisions! Football season would be the worst for Dad. The worst part – Alabama beat Tech! Great entry.

  2. Bama5150

    Roll Tide! hehe

  3. Lani

    Ha! You’re brave…very brave. :)

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