Today is a real travel day, with a nice big airplane ready to take us back to New York City from our basecamp here in Denver.
Yes, campers, the moment has come to reveal what we have been looking at in about 90 hotel rooms in the West.
It started out so well. We parked near the wonderful old train depot, on a nice sunny day in Cheyenne. It’s beautiful inside, and serves as a tourist center.
There have a been a lot of bad boys in Wyoming. Last night we revisited Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, which does not hold up at all, but did put us in an outlaw frame of mind. (“Raindrops keep falling on my head?” What were they thinking?)
Before we leave Jackson, let me just show you how lovely the mountains looked this morning. Lying in bed and having this view while a fire blazes away was a real treat. No moose sighting this morning, but enjoy the mountains one last time.
Yes, it’s one of those towns. Jackson, Wyoming, sits in the center of Jackson Hole, a valley rimmed by the Grand Tetons.
What an odd day for weather. My day started with the early morning (private!) view of Old Faithful showing off. I thought the snow I saw would be gone the moment the sun came up all the way. But, oh no!
Yesterday started with a long drive from Cody to Yellowstone, via the Chief Joseph Scenic Byway. It seems rather sad that we commemorate this noble leader by naming the road after him on which he and his people fled the US Army, who had orders to kill all Indians. Does that really seem like sufficientContinue reading “Yellowstone the Magnificent”
And there are many, right? We left Sheridan and headed to Cody today. First, we had some glorious scenery unroll in front of us as we crested the Bighorn Mountains.
Custer’s Last Stand at the Battle of Little Bighorn. It’s such a part of our history and the American vocabulary that it’s rather difficult to actually be there.