The road going down into Jackson Hole, Wyoming is stunning and has turn-outs for pokey drivers. The huge valley, however, is just too massive for me to capture. (If you think I am repeating superlatives too much, you have not been on this ride!)
Each bend of the road had another breath-taking view and I was approaching visual fatigue from weeks and weeks of beauty. My stay in Jackson was delightful as I attended two excellent soccer games with a team member from my extended family! Jackson is the consummate touri$t/$ki/yuppy town, but I found a delightful room with a full kitchen for a very reasonable price. I brought in goodies from my van food stash and had a charming and relaxing evening. Up early, however, for an 8AM game! The venue – yup – I have to say it again: stunningly beautiful.
Leaving Jackson Hole in the early afternoon on Sunday left me a nice chunk of day to get to Yellowstone – another amazing drive up highway 28/191 through Grand Teton National Park to the southern entrance of Yellowstone National Park.
There is a bike path along this roadway that is inviting: long and flat. 😉
And, then, there is the lake in Yellowstone. So many blues to love here:
I set up a comfy camp and cooked a delicious, simple dinner. Oh, the blanket on the chair is about 6o+ years old. When it was given to my parents as a gift, it became protected from … being used … but once I became the happy owner, it started to travel around the continent, serving me well. The solid green back is felted somehow to the plaid part and it is dense and warm. That was good as the temperature went to 36 degrees at night. I was snug.
Tender steak and onions – who is going to say this was not a balanced meal. Especially once I added wine and a candle!
At 8PM I attended the ranger talk at the amphitheater. It was a dark walk and seeing so many people with headlamps and flashlights coming out of the woods was wonderful. Part of the talk, of course, was about the geology of the region and how we were essentially sitting in a giant caldera waiting to erupt and blow away two thirds of the continent – which seems to be a theme of this trip: volcanoes, tsunamis, earthquakes … the east is looking pretty tame now.
Leaving the park was difficult since it is almost a straight shot to Michigan on Interstate 90 a bit after Yellowstone. Even the Black Hills in South Dakota would not grab me this time.
But on my way out of the park…
… there was a big fellow in my mirror…
one biggy sized buffalo!
This fellow said a nice “goodbye” for me.
Driving eastward, going towards home, is always charged with emotion and excitement. Memories made on this trip were staggering: learning, traveling, time with special friends and loving family, all wind together to make the 8,000 plus miles a joy.
Arriving in Ann Arbor, Michigan my brother, Jonathon, welcomed me and took good care of me and he absorbed my initial blast of excitement. He wisely decompressed me with dinner out at a favorite Polish restaurant, Amadeus. Yum. Then, on to Farmington Hills to show my Mom ocean videos that I took for her. My dear Aunt Emily, (and cousins who were visiting) Cindy & Jan, were also terrific company and loads of fun. Now, to get to the Massachusetts gang and grab some hugs there!
This trip is over, but there will be more bloggin’ to come. I learned some tech stuff and travel lessons that will be worth sharing, and funny, perhaps.
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