As we got to the western edge of North Dakota, the landscape suddenly became very Western--from rolling farmland to gulches and gullies. This is in Theodore Roosevelt National Park.
Ah, the Wild Western rest stop!
On the western part of our trip we fairly often saw large windmills, and you can get an idea how large when you see this one spoke (?) of the twirly part on a flatbed truck.
The end of our day brought us to a great hamburger stand that Grandpa Mark would have been very proud of (just as he was no doubt smiling on this whole road trip). We got supper and took it with us to the Pine Creek Campground.
Views on the drive up to the campground. We were very impressed.
Our campsite!
Our ALDI (of course) tent!
The night was short but sweet, and I think we just might do this again...
The best part was that there were hiking trails near our campsite, and we spent the morning exploring there. It was here that Theo's passion for hiking began to reveal itself. Adam wanted to be carried (!!!), but Theo loved the trails, and it took a lot to convince him that we really wanted to spend some part of the day in Yellowstone (an extended metaphor about a small and a large bowl of MnMs was somewhat helpful).
Too much fun!!!
At Yellowstone we asked a ranger what were the must-sees, and how to avoid the road construction work. So we started out at the stinky but cool Mammoth Hot Springs.
Lunch on the very brink of a ravine. I could barely stand to look down--those are logs, not sticks, in that river, not stream.
The biggest traffic jams we dealt with were caused by bison! Funny creatures when you see them close up. Our camera was almost out of battery power by now, so we didn't get a shot of the one about 5 feet from our car!
Wildlife paparazzi stalking...
...this noble elk. Then my camera died, so we have no pictures of Old Faithful at sunset. Mitch reports that he saw two coyotes as we drove out of the Park, but the rest of us were already zonked out.
As we got to the western edge of North Dakota, the landscape suddenly became very Western--from rolling farmland to gulches and gullies. This is in Theodore Roosevelt National Park.
Ah, the Wild Western rest stop!
On the western part of our trip we fairly often saw large windmills, and you can get an idea how large when you see this one spoke (?) of the twirly part on a flatbed truck.
The end of our day brought us to a great hamburger stand that Grandpa Mark would have been very proud of (just as he was no doubt smiling on this whole road trip). We got supper and took it with us to the Pine Creek Campground.
Views on the drive up to the campground. We were very impressed.
Our campsite!
Our ALDI (of course) tent!
The night was short but sweet, and I think we just might do this again...
The best part was that there were hiking trails near our campsite, and we spent the morning exploring there. It was here that Theo's passion for hiking began to reveal itself. Adam wanted to be carried (!!!), but Theo loved the trails, and it took a lot to convince him that we really wanted to spend some part of the day in Yellowstone (an extended metaphor about a small and a large bowl of MnMs was somewhat helpful).
Too much fun!!!
At Yellowstone we asked a ranger what were the must-sees, and how to avoid the road construction work. So we started out at the stinky but cool Mammoth Hot Springs.
Lunch on the very brink of a ravine. I could barely stand to look down--those are logs, not sticks, in that river, not stream.
The biggest traffic jams we dealt with were caused by bison! Funny creatures when you see them close up. Our camera was almost out of battery power by now, so we didn't get a shot of the one about 5 feet from our car!
Wildlife paparazzi stalking...
...this noble elk. Then my camera died, so we have no pictures of Old Faithful at sunset. Mitch reports that he saw two coyotes as we drove out of the Park, but the rest of us were already zonked out.
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