First, the bad news. It's raining, snowing, sleeting, raining, snowing, sleeting....it's hard to keep track of the weather here. If you are cooking out in your shorts, don't even bother to tell me about it.
The good news is that I am not a tourist who has invested a thousand dollars in a trip of a lifetime. The roads were closed this morning, and the way things are looking, there are going to be some unhappy travelers tonight.
I started out the morning with a
Kind of looks like a country/western singer, don't you think?
The hat is probably hiding a bald spot.
I bought the book at the gift shop, and will let you know how it goes.
The Yellow Buses are back! These tour buses were in the Park from the 30's to the 50's. They were sold when tourists fell in love with their own cars and the demand went down for their services.
In 2007, Yellowstone Park bought them back, refurbished them and they are popular again. That's why you should have hung onto your poodle skirts and saddle shoes. Old always becomes new again.
If you want to know more about them, check out this site, http://www.examiner.com/examiner/x-4661-National-Parks-Travel-Examiner~y2009m5d10-Yellowstone-National-Parktake-a-yellow-bus-tour.
As I was wandering around outside, I ran into a sweet couple in their 70's from Pennsylvania. Richard and Helen were looking for the web cam so they could wave to the folks back home. Being the guest services person that I am, pat self on the back, I walked them to Old Faithful and pointed out the cameras perched on a tree.
They insisted that I wave to their family with them. We went back into the Old Faithful Inn and chatted for a while. I now know about their cancer surgeries, all of their children and their political orientation. They wanted me to hike with them, but I had plans to head into West Yellowstone. It is amazing how you can bond with perfect strangers.
As I was talking to my sweet friends, he passed through with a film crew. He was appropriately dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans.
Grizzly son and I decided that this wasn't a big deal as only about a hundred people actually live in Wyoming.
It would seem that anybody could be governor of Wyoming if they really wanted to. Maybe the citizens of the state just rotate the job every few weeks or so.
Something new is going on now in the Park.
It is fly fishing season.
I didn't see any of them actually catch a fish, but they were having a good time in their expensive gear, standing in the middle of a freezing river.
I hope they can move fast in those waders when the bison take their afternoon stroll through the area.
Of course we saw more bison on the way...nothing new or exciting, but the drama is building now that there are thousands of tourists in the Park.
These smarty pants were standing right next to a mother and her calf. The Park ranger was walking the opposite way from this scene.
He was probably going to his car to call the ambulance ahead of time.
West Yellowstone was jumping, even in the rain.
Just like every other tourist town, you can buy t-shirts, hats, key chains, stuffed bison toys, and over priced jewelry.
We looked but didn't buy. Remember, we earn minimum wage.
West Yellowstone even has a summer theater, called the Play Mill.
A windmill in Yellowstone? Could there have been a more appropriate choice? How about the Bison Poo Players or Theater in the Poo?
Couldn't resist a poo reference.
The prices are incredibly high for the summer, but I decided on The Hibernation Station. If I have to pay a mountain of money to sleep in a bed, it had to be here.
That's a statue of elk in the front.
Who needs the Holiday Inn when you can have some atmosphere?
It sure isn't dormitory living.
I can't wait to live like an adult again. The earplugs at night are really starting to irritate me.
They are necessary to drown out the roomie's snoring and the drunks outside my window.
Last night, roomie screamed so loud in her sleep, she woke herself up. She was dreaming that a wolf was ripping the throat out of a dog. She needs some long counseling sessions.
Tonight may call for a pub visit. I hear a Moose Drool calling my name.
Stay tuned for Part Two of Memorial Day weekend....same time, same place.