(This one is looking straight down from a cliff.)
A little deeper into the park was Lewis Lake:
As I got deeper into the park, I was seeing more of the snow tipped mountains. The park ranger at the first gate said there might be new snow that day, but it didn't come while I was up there. Reached the top around 2:30pm.
I'd always heard about the Continental Divide, but this was the first time I had ever experienced it. Then, the roads started going down (relatively, of course) until I came to the Old Faithful geiser. There was actually a 13 minute video in the ranger/information building. They did a really good job of showing how this all happens, with the heat and the mud thousands of feet below the surface, heating the water and going from a large space into such a small space so that it relieves itself by shooting up through the holes. The display area was excellent, as was the video. I still don't understand the part about how they can predict the spews, but they were right on time - 3:35pm.
It was pretty awesome. I bought a few trinkets for my girls and a cool shot glass for my collection and headed back to Jackson. I passed another set of falls that had a cool wooden walkway that stuck out from the rocks, just so people could get a straight on photo:
I wrote the name of these falls on a scrap of paper which, of course, I can not find now. They were either Shoshone Falls or Heart Falls, but I wouldn't bet money on it now. The sight on the 'balcony' over the river was a really nice idea. On the drive back, still in Yellow Stone, a few cars full of people and I came across some guys trying to cross the road. Have you ever noticed how some people can't seem to just cross the dang road, but have to do it on such an angle as to take as long as possible, if for no other reason than to irritate you? Well, these guys did that, but they were forgiven immediately because they were very entertaining:
On the way out, I had to stop at a spot overlooking Lewis Lake again because the colors of the sunset and the snowy sky coming our way were just gorgeous, almost poetic.
It was a long day going all the way in and then back out again, but it was totally worth it. Once again, HE completely impressed me and made me smile. What more can you ask for, huh?
Until next time...
2 comments:
I see by your photos you've been meeting some of the locals. Don't hurry them to cross the road, they're way bigger than you and it's their "yard" you're driving in.
Did you know that the Grand Tetons were named after some French explorers? When they saw the mountains, it reminded them of large breasts. . . hence the French name, Grand Tetons! Did I mention they were male explorers?
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