No really, I’d planned to take my woman to a show in West Yellowstone, Mt, at the Playmill Theater, but alas, they don’t open for another week. Same situation with the Bar J Wranglers in Jackson Hole. So instead, we took a little road trip.
I’ve been living within two hours of Yellowstone National Park for six years now, but I’ve never been … don’t say it–I know, pretty ridiculous. But hey, I’ve been there now. We threw some food in the car on Saturday and headed out for Old Yellerstone … er … Faithful.
Do you do this too?
As we rolled up and around the twisty roads, through the mountains, between trees, within range of buffalo, elk, and thankfully no bears, across the continental divide (in three different places) and through the scented clouds of natural geysers and stinkpots, I couldn’t help but think aloud, "Gosh, it’d sure be sweet to have a bike with me through all of this." Prompting an eye-rolling from my wife. Go figure. I guess I do that just about everywhere we go that involves mountains–Oregon’s Blue Mountains, the Teton Range, the Rockies in general … I suppose I can understand how that would get on my wife’s nerves a little …
But really, I’ve decided that a bike trip through Yellowstone would be awesome. In fact, I may actually pay the $50 and go on the tour of the park after they close it to cars in the fall. That could be a really fun little trip–although I doubt they’d let me take on the mountainous areas. Bike touring sounds like fun.
However, I must interject, the best part of the whole trip came after we’d left Yellowstone. Out of the south entrance, toward Jackson Hole, there’s a smaller, much less famous national park, Grand Teton, just south of there. And perhaps it was just the fact that we got there just after a rainstorm, or perhaps it was just the way the setting sun knifed its way through those mountain peaks and hit the lake, but I’d have bought a whole calendar of images from that vantage point.