The mission today was to track down the oldest son and see some parts of Yellowstone that I have missed.
This son has been known to fall off the radar for months at a time. But for now, the mama is only 20 miles down the road and she has a car.
I am a mother with a mission.
I stopped at the restaurant where he is assistant dining room manager. The cute girls at the hostess desk were more than happy to rat him out. They informed me that he was scheduled to work at 2:00.
With a few hours to kill, I decided to head on down the road to the Lake Hotel.
It's also the oldest hotel in Yellowstone...built in 1890 I believe.
Can't you see the ladies in their long skirts and the men in their straw hats strolling on the grounds?
At the Old Faithful Inn you get parking lots.
Am I being a traitor? Heck, yes.
The Old Faithful Inn dining room looks out over a parking lot.
Are you starting to see the differences here?
They were having a wedding when I arrived.
Aren't they sweet?
The lobby is about as lodgey as you can get.
This is the dining room at Grant Village.
It also has a view of the Lake, not a parking lot.
The hostesses and waiters flocked around me and promised that Erik would be out soon.
It seems he choked on a glass of water at the news I was there.
It makes a mother proud to see her son working.
I treated myself to a meal at his fine establishment.
It was heaven...a Monte Cristo sandwich followed by ice cream bon bons.
We hiked to Mallard Lake.
It was 3.5 miles down this trail. That means 3.5 miles back. That is 7 miles all together.
Here I am at Mallard Lake. I didn't see any mallards, by the way.
And I didn't see any bears, which is an extremely good thing.
Did I mention that it was 3.5 miles uphill?
Ouch, pant, puff, moan and whine.
I even did some private business in the woods and didn't get my shoes wet. I would say it was a red letter day.
Until tomorrow, remember....I forget what I was going to say.