Monday, June 28, 2010

Leaving Yellowstone Park

Grab a hankie, friends, because the day has arrived.
Once I drive through these gates, I will be out of Yellowstone Park.

I may never return.

Actually, it's almost 100% that I will not return.

Shoot.  Now I need a hankie.

Well, I did it.

The polyester uniform and the name tag have been turned in.

I'm no longer a front desk monkey at the Old Faithful Inn.

Sob.

O.K., I've been complaining about it and I won't miss the job at all, but...I've been living in Yellowstone Park, for heaven's sake. That qualifies as a once in a lifetime experience.

Sob and sob some more.

Even though my eyes were misty, the scenery didn't disappoint on the way out.

We took the eastern route to Cody, Wyoming.

We had to stop at the Buffalo Bill Historical Center.

Like everything else in Wyoming, it was bigger than big. 

We only spent an hour or so there which hardly does it justice.

Hubby didn't see a moose in the Park, so this is the next best thing.

Did that thing move?




Here I am with Sackajawea or Sacajaweea or heck, you know, the Indian chick.

I don't think she was this big.  Must be the clean mountain air.

And then it was on to the Big Horn Mountains.

There were signs along the road explaining what kind of rocks are along the road and their age.

It started out with 300 million years old, which freaked me out and then....

There are mountains here that are almost 2 billion years old! 

How many zeros would that be? 
Of course there was road construction.

The guy with the stop sign looked just like Homer Simpson.

Hey!  We sat there a long time.  The mind can play tricks in the high altitudes.  Lack of oxygen and all.

At one point we were at 10,000 feet.

Even the birds were dragging around little oxygen tanks.

So look way, way down in that valley, and you'll see where our road is taking us,.

Wyoming is the most incredible state.

How they get these roads paved with a state population of 200 is beyond me, but everyone must be incredibly hard workers.

Eventually, we got a room in Buffalo, Wyoming, and as we speak, hubby is snoring away.  Just like living in the dorm.  I feel at home.

More tomorrow from the road trip home.

7 comments:

The Vegetable Assassin said...

Well. If you keep heading east, you'll eventually run into North Dakota, and me! Wouldn't that be wonderful? Unless I'm in Winnipeg all week, then....you...won't.

M. M. Justus said...

Never say never. Even if you're fooling yourself.

Judy said...

Vegie...you have bugs in your apartment...not stopping by.

M.M.....yes, I would love to go back but not living in a dorm. Also need my husband with me....also got in a lot of trouble over my blog. Very complicated.

POD said...

It seems like just yesterday that you arrived there. People come and go so quickly around here. I hope you have a great drive home. I enjoyed your humor in this post. You had me cracking up a couple of times.

A Write Life said...

Oh, I'm just now catching up on blogs. What beautiful photos. I love the Big Horns too. We were hoping to head up that way for a vacation this week, but instead are flying to Minnesota. Your pics make me want to change my mind again.

A Write Life said...

P.S. On the way to Buffalo did you notice the Old Soldiers and Sailors Home? My husband thinks this would be the coolest old folks home to retire in - the fishing right.

laura said...

It looks so amazing :) would love to spend few days here :) For the moment I have booked my flights to New York. I got some really great prices on Tour America website and just in few seconds I have made my decision I have to go there lol I really like those random decisions I think they always turn to be the best :)

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