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Jul. 12th, 2007 08:55 amOne thing I forgot: After the cowboy cookout? On our way over to the valley to look for wolves, we saw a big female moose contentedly munching away at water plants, while her absolutely adorable baby moose sprinted around the lakeside on his impossibly long, spindly legs. Cutest thing ever, if only because it was the most improbable collection of head and limbs and body that ever existed.
On Monday, we got coffee drinks at a little drive-through hut in West Yellowstone (he gave us little yorkie patties with our mochas) and after taking pictures of a lot of painted buffalo, we meandered off through the park. We went up the west side, going to Mammoth, and then over to Roosevelt lodge for an early lunch. It was good, though they were out of what looked tastiest. The waitress was enormously slow though, but she brought huckleberry ice cream at the end, so.
Then we took off out of the park through the Beartooth Mountain pass, which is horribly steep. We got lots of pictures, but it wasn't much fun going down. After that, it was the plains of Montana and Wyoming as we made our way across to the Bighorn Mountains. There are lots of little towns along the way, some doing really good (one looked like a resort town) and some just barely hanging on. None of them sold good pie, which is sad. Sis read from a book we'd picked up from Gardiner, which equated how things work in Yellowstone to cooking things. There's some tasty recipes in there too.
Five hours later we were up in the Bighorn Mountains, where my Grandma and Grandpa are volunteering at one of the ranger visitor stations. They like it up here, though it is a bit... isolated.
On Tuesday we had wonderful muffins courtesy of Grandma, and after sitting around talking for a long while, we drove up to the edge of one of the buttes and ate lunch. Again, many pictures were taken, both of the many wildflowers, and of the mule deer.
Wednesday we did much the same thing, though over a different set of hills. We saw a herd of sheep guarded by two huge white dogs (the breed name escapes me just now), lots of pretty butterflies, and a gorgeous golden eagle that had been stooped over some prey on the ground and startled away when we drove nearby. SO COOL! That night we cooked marshmallows over the campfire.
Today Dad and I are going to take a hike down to Paradise valley, I think. Maybe. Dunno, there will be hiking.
On Monday, we got coffee drinks at a little drive-through hut in West Yellowstone (he gave us little yorkie patties with our mochas) and after taking pictures of a lot of painted buffalo, we meandered off through the park. We went up the west side, going to Mammoth, and then over to Roosevelt lodge for an early lunch. It was good, though they were out of what looked tastiest. The waitress was enormously slow though, but she brought huckleberry ice cream at the end, so.
Then we took off out of the park through the Beartooth Mountain pass, which is horribly steep. We got lots of pictures, but it wasn't much fun going down. After that, it was the plains of Montana and Wyoming as we made our way across to the Bighorn Mountains. There are lots of little towns along the way, some doing really good (one looked like a resort town) and some just barely hanging on. None of them sold good pie, which is sad. Sis read from a book we'd picked up from Gardiner, which equated how things work in Yellowstone to cooking things. There's some tasty recipes in there too.
Five hours later we were up in the Bighorn Mountains, where my Grandma and Grandpa are volunteering at one of the ranger visitor stations. They like it up here, though it is a bit... isolated.
On Tuesday we had wonderful muffins courtesy of Grandma, and after sitting around talking for a long while, we drove up to the edge of one of the buttes and ate lunch. Again, many pictures were taken, both of the many wildflowers, and of the mule deer.
Wednesday we did much the same thing, though over a different set of hills. We saw a herd of sheep guarded by two huge white dogs (the breed name escapes me just now), lots of pretty butterflies, and a gorgeous golden eagle that had been stooped over some prey on the ground and startled away when we drove nearby. SO COOL! That night we cooked marshmallows over the campfire.
Today Dad and I are going to take a hike down to Paradise valley, I think. Maybe. Dunno, there will be hiking.
