|The view from our cute little cabin|
I was tickled to find a little comic on the back of our atlas (which I would post here, except the cover got destroyed on the epic vacation and it has since been trashed) depicting a man packing up the back of the minivan for vacation. He has fit his golf clubs in, but left two or three suitcases out, and the wife is fuming mad. Apparently Joel is not the first man in the history of the world to want to take his golf clubs on a road trip.
So, anyway, those golf clubs and all of our other crap made packing up fun. End digression.
We drove out of Custer and headed west to Wyoming, where things began to finally look more Western. More like our beloved Utah, but not quite.
And taking FOREVER to get to our intended destination: Yellowstone.
I will admit that we didn't realize just how slow going it is to drive through Wyoming and all of the twisty-turny mountain roads that lead to Cody and the East Entrance of Yellowstone. Plus we stayed longer than we should at lunch (a Hardee's in middle-of-nowhere Wyoming) and we stopped along the way to see a few different landmarks.
Like this one--Pyramid Peak--near Greybull, Wyoming.
After a quick pit-stop in Cody for our dinner/breakfast food supply, we finally arrived in Yellowstone--about 5 hours later than we had planned. I won't lie, either. We were not in very good moods at this point.
Too bad for us, everything was already closed once we drove that distance. But, on our way there, the cars were all stopped and we got to see some elk watering themselves down in a ravine just off the road. So that was cool.
***End of Day 4***