Wednesday, July 21, 2010

A Very Smelly Day

So we enjoyed a relaxing Sunday (sleeping!) after our long hike and left Missoula, MT Monday, stayed on the North side of Yellowstone Monday night and drove through the park all day yesterday (it's big).  And now that we are at Yellowstone all I have to say is:

it stinks!

Literally!  The geysers, cauldrons, mud pots, mud volcanoes and hot springs are smelly!  Really smelly!

Other than being very crowded (mom calls it the Disneyland of National Parks), it's a must see (if nothing else, just because it's so weird!).  We've seen more than 100 bison, about 10 deer and 5 elk.  It's has a different feel about it here than Glacier.

Today we're are swimming in the campground pool, mom's doing laundry...we're basically having a relaxing day and after that killer hike boy does it feel good!

See ya later
Dyl

2 comments:

  1. Guys, I hope you enjoy Yellowstone. My mother has told me stories about being taken there with her family on a trip when she was about 9 (i.e., a cross-country drive like you guys are on, but in 1930, so picture that! No Waffle Houses (or paved roads in a lot of places, for that matter)). Anyway, she said that at Yellowstone in the evenings they had an area where tourists would gather 'round and the rangers would just put out food scraps for the bears and invite them to come in for snacks! The rangers stood by with shotguns just in case any of the audience started looking like more snack food to the bears... Amazing, and obviously not gonna happen today due to potential litigation or PETA protests, but I hope you keep an eye out for those hungry bears!

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  2. Just amazing to even think of that! We heard a story of 2 bear attacks on the same night in Glacier in the 50's or 60's. Same idea - there was a chalet that would put food scraps in dumpsters and each night the 'audience' would gather on the deck to watch the bears tear through it! I guess we've learned through their mistakes. Sad, though, for the people and the bears.

    Bonnie's mom (our stop in Illinois) told us a story of riding cross-country in the rumble seat, probably right around the same time. I can't imagine!! I guess that's where travel = torture comes in! :-)

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