Old Faithful Geyser Basin

What could these hundreds of people be sitting around watching?

And waiting for over an hour for?

Watching a big hole in the ground, waiting for a pot of water to boil.  Kinda amusing.

Note:  When you show up at Old Faithful and there’s hundreds of people walking the other way, its best to just walk down the trails and see the other geysers in the area instead of waiting.  Our feet were killing us from walking all day anyway and a rest break seemed nice and we got front row center seats, best in the house, unfortunately its a heck of a long boring wait for anything to happen.  A couple of other motorcyclists joined us and then a few more a while later.

I guess the bikers are ok with sitting down and taking their time to take it all in while all the other tourists are too busy rushing around to see everything and wind up experiencing nothing at all.

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On to Yellowstone

Ok, On to Yellowstone!  Like I always say it’s never an adventure if everything goes according to plan.

Thanks to a tip from our campground neighbor we knew we had to leave super early to beat the road construction near the southern entrance that starts at 8am.  We left early, and they decided to close the road extra early as well.  It was about 40 degrees and we were stuck on the side of the road in the shadows of tall trees on a mountain pass in some light rain,  we froze our butts off!

They held us there shivering for a half hour in the rain. We were so misirible and cold that when they did let us go Cece had us pull over at one of the first campgrounds we came to instead of Norris, one of the better more secluded ones with less people that several people had recommended to us as well as my guide books.  Grant Village campground is still along the mountain ridge on the southern side of the park, and unfortunately for us it stayed under a permanent cloud bank and rained every night and off and on through the days we stayed here.  A few miles north of our campground the rain ended and it stayed mostly sunny. We picked the worst place to camp!  After a few days of never ending rain back at camp we pulled up stakes and fled to a different campground.

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Jackson Hole, Wyoming

Antler Arches on the Plaza in Jackson Hole Wyoming.  With huge herds of elk that shed their antlers every year you have to do something with all of them.  The local Boy Scouts collect them each year and sell the antlers at public auction on the plaza each May.  So of course besides the arches there were antler wreaths, antler chairs and furniture, antler chandeliers etc all over town.

I like Jackson Hole, it has that old west feel like where I grew up in Lincoln County, NM.

They also had killer sculptures at art galleries all over town.  It reminded me a lot of Santa Fe my current home.  One of the gallery owners was also a bike rider and also used to live in Santa Fe gave us many great tips on good motorcycle roads and places to check out.  He told us that the 5 biggest art markets by dollars sold were: New York City, LA, Santa Fe, Chicago, then Jackson WY.  Wow who knew?  both Santa Fe and Jackson are tiny population wise.

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