Beautiful Place Wyoming and Yellowstone
Of Devils Tower, we drove West in most of Wyoming, see nothing more than fields. Fields, fields, fields, a few bales of Hay, a stretch without end of road and more fields. What I didn't know, is that we have been on the rise, approaching the small mountains on the horizon. It wasn't until we were on the side of the mountain that I realized how high we had increased. So high that we could see the mist line where the atmosphere of the great big sky touches the vast green fields of Earth below. This was the point of view of a God, and we could not help but stop for a moment to admire the view.
But this is just the beginning. We have been climbing in Bighorn National Forest, and after miles after miles of fields, the unexpected canyons carved in groups like the red agate were sublime to contemplate beauty. We stopped the car again. And once again. And once again. Every turn leads us to one breathtaking view to the other through a completely unexpected landscape through the flanks of the mountains that filled the aspiration of the soul to the greatness at a glance. We were on our way to Yellowstone, but we found a lesser-known treasure in the Bighorn Canyon.
Finally, made us it back to civilization. Entering the town of Cody (Wyoming), we were greeted by a banner that read: come to Cody Stampede Rodeo every night at 20:00! So we were sold. Why not? We headed over to the rodeo directly after a gunslinger reconstruction and we had a night of true wild West entertainment. As we settled into our seats, so did the Sun for the day and pink flowered desert sky. To the East, a rainbow appeared - no kidding. You couldn't ask for a more perfect evening. Needless to say, we were all happy, especially the Germans who couldn't think anything more American than a rodeo. Patrick made the pinned his new old fashioned badge of sheriff with a smile and promised that he would need to shop for a cowboy hat then.
But when the day came, our destination was Yellowstone. We hung out in the morning to see the Buffalo Bill Center of the West (complete with five museums dedicated to the art and culture of Cody). It was a place we could have explored all day, but we itched to see the desert of all first national park created in America. Unfortunately, it's a sad day. This, coupled with the obscene amount of congestion on the roads of the Park people put somewhat of a damper on our first impression of Yellowstone. He did, however, ask interesting questions about the true wild nature of national parks. By creating a border and transform the role of nature in an attraction, are we actually interfere with its wild character? The fauna of the place was, by far, the best experience that first day. To hear the guttural low moan of the Buffalo roll across the Plains bear with a primitive State of being deep. It was beautiful peaceful by far, but dangerous creatures once caused. Thus our Yellowstone wildlife education began.
Uupon entering the Park, one of the first things we received was a yellow brilliant advice to visitors to keep a safe distance from wildlife, illuminating the fact that people have been "kicks" in the past of buffalo and wild Elk. It was fair enough, but the real kicker came when we decided we wanted to try some back Woods camping experience where you can walk to a campground and get closer to the true nature of Yellowstone. A stop at the Park Office was necessary for us to record and watch a video of safety are scenarios acted 0's true. We all LAUGHED, but he certainly left an impression. Afraid to attract bears, we've cooked up dinner before embarking on the tour, and at the time wherever we have set, he was close to dark. Flashlights in hand we walked on top and hard (this could scare bears) and desperately hope that we would be able to follow the markers in the dark. See the campfire flickering light in the distance we cried in the dark... "Hello!"
a voice responded, "Hi there!"
'we are looking for Camping E3!"echoed us back to the abyss.
"we are E4! E3 is just down the road! "
While we were on the right track, and after market another fifteen minutes, we found our place. It was strange to be in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. We knew there was a Lake nearby but could not see a fog had slipped above under the light of the moon. And the temperature was dropping. We camp as the night is colder and colder. It was August, but the day was cool and damp, and soon, the night became cold to the BONE. When we awoke, we knew that we would not spend another night here. Being out in the true desert was a refreshing experience that I wouldn't come back, but it was just too darn cold.
as the day appeared, the Sun became the fog a light fog and we back the hike to off the beaten track of Yellowstone. That day, we saw the hot spots: Old Faithful, Firehole Falls, falls Lower, the Grand Prismatic Spring, etc. - and then we high - he tail out of there looking for warmer weather. We would not spend another night of chills. And so we drove straight through the night, all the way to Lake Tahoe.
Of Devils Tower, we drove West in most of Wyoming, see nothing more than fields. Fields, fields, fields, a few bales of Hay, a stretch without end of road and more fields. What I didn't know, is that we have been on the rise, approaching the small mountains on the horizon. It wasn't until we were on the side of the mountain that I realized how high we had increased. So high that we could see the mist line where the atmosphere of the great big sky touches the vast green fields of Earth below. This was the point of view of a God, and we could not help but stop for a moment to admire the view.
Overlooking the Wyoming
But this is just the beginning. We have been climbing in Bighorn National Forest, and after miles after miles of fields, the unexpected canyons carved in groups like the red agate were sublime to contemplate beauty. We stopped the car again. And once again. And once again. Every turn leads us to one breathtaking view to the other through a completely unexpected landscape through the flanks of the mountains that filled the aspiration of the soul to the greatness at a glance. We were on our way to Yellowstone, but we found a lesser-known treasure in the Bighorn Canyon.
Finally, made us it back to civilization. Entering the town of Cody (Wyoming), we were greeted by a banner that read: come to Cody Stampede Rodeo every night at 20:00! So we were sold. Why not? We headed over to the rodeo directly after a gunslinger reconstruction and we had a night of true wild West entertainment. As we settled into our seats, so did the Sun for the day and pink flowered desert sky. To the East, a rainbow appeared - no kidding. You couldn't ask for a more perfect evening. Needless to say, we were all happy, especially the Germans who couldn't think anything more American than a rodeo. Patrick made the pinned his new old fashioned badge of sheriff with a smile and promised that he would need to shop for a cowboy hat then.
Yellowstone National Park
But when the day came, our destination was Yellowstone. We hung out in the morning to see the Buffalo Bill Center of the West (complete with five museums dedicated to the art and culture of Cody). It was a place we could have explored all day, but we itched to see the desert of all first national park created in America. Unfortunately, it's a sad day. This, coupled with the obscene amount of congestion on the roads of the Park people put somewhat of a damper on our first impression of Yellowstone. He did, however, ask interesting questions about the true wild nature of national parks. By creating a border and transform the role of nature in an attraction, are we actually interfere with its wild character? The fauna of the place was, by far, the best experience that first day. To hear the guttural low moan of the Buffalo roll across the Plains bear with a primitive State of being deep. It was beautiful peaceful by far, but dangerous creatures once caused. Thus our Yellowstone wildlife education began.
Bison (by Shane Kiefer)
Uupon entering the Park, one of the first things we received was a yellow brilliant advice to visitors to keep a safe distance from wildlife, illuminating the fact that people have been "kicks" in the past of buffalo and wild Elk. It was fair enough, but the real kicker came when we decided we wanted to try some back Woods camping experience where you can walk to a campground and get closer to the true nature of Yellowstone. A stop at the Park Office was necessary for us to record and watch a video of safety are scenarios acted 0's true. We all LAUGHED, but he certainly left an impression. Afraid to attract bears, we've cooked up dinner before embarking on the tour, and at the time wherever we have set, he was close to dark. Flashlights in hand we walked on top and hard (this could scare bears) and desperately hope that we would be able to follow the markers in the dark. See the campfire flickering light in the distance we cried in the dark... "Hello!"
a voice responded, "Hi there!"
'we are looking for Camping E3!"echoed us back to the abyss.
"we are E4! E3 is just down the road! "
Vackcountry of Yellowstone National Park
While we were on the right track, and after market another fifteen minutes, we found our place. It was strange to be in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. We knew there was a Lake nearby but could not see a fog had slipped above under the light of the moon. And the temperature was dropping. We camp as the night is colder and colder. It was August, but the day was cool and damp, and soon, the night became cold to the BONE. When we awoke, we knew that we would not spend another night here. Being out in the true desert was a refreshing experience that I wouldn't come back, but it was just too darn cold.
as the day appeared, the Sun became the fog a light fog and we back the hike to off the beaten track of Yellowstone. That day, we saw the hot spots: Old Faithful, Firehole Falls, falls Lower, the Grand Prismatic Spring, etc. - and then we high - he tail out of there looking for warmer weather. We would not spend another night of chills. And so we drove straight through the night, all the way to Lake Tahoe.
Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone National Park