North Yellowstone:  Falls, Stinky things & Bison

September 10, 2018 0 By Jeanah Bartruff

Day 2 dawned clear and beautiful and we couldn’t have asked for a prettier day for our North Yellowstone exploration.  Our first stop was the lovely and majestic Gibbon Falls.

It was in this lovely setting that we realized the keys for our tool bench in the van were missing.  This bench serves as our kitchen counter and the majority of our storage. All non- refrigerated foodstuffs are in there, as well as the means to cook them and for this trip, our clothing and electronics as well.  Much frantic searching ensued. After about half an hour Victor was victorious. Just that morning he had contemplated taking one of the 2 keys from the ring and putting it on the van keychain but thought…”I’ll do it later.” All is now as it should be.

Oh, it’s a looooong ways down there.

There was quite a bit of road construction going on so a chunk of the day was spent waiting for pilot vehicles to lead us across long stretches of one way graveled (if you were lucky) roads.

Along the way we saw some steam vents coming out of the side of a mountain.   

Stinky stinky steam vents.  Remember Jules Verne’s classic Journey to the Center of the Earth – it sounded like such an adventure when I was a kid.  I have done a complete 180 on that now.

If the wee bit belching out of the earth smells this bad I shudder to think of complete immersion.

 

I kept expecting Gorignak to pop out of these side walls.

You know what I’m talking about.

So many vistas.  Sometimes they sneak up on you as you turn a corner.

And some of them you can smell coming.

Then again, some things you just can’t prepare for.

So we went out the North entrance and back in just because I wanted to take a picture of the Roosevelt Arch.  Embrace the dorkiness people.

This Bridge was really up there and Victor about had a heart attack when I had his phone up to take this picture while we were driving over it.  I didn’t know why he was freaking out

until I realized, he thought the window was open.  

 

Hey look!

Bison or Buffalo, or Brown Blobs in the distance!

 

We were not prepared for the level of excitement these creatures produced in your average tourist.  You would be moving along at a steady clip of 45-50 mph, just enjoying the undulating plain when all of a sudden – the leader of the pack would SLAM on the brakes in the middle of the road and STOP.  Bear in mind, the photo above was heavily zoomed in.

You can imagine the hysteria when this Rabble Rouser (whom I named Wilberforce)

sauntered right up to the road and mugged for the cameras.  If it weren’t for the no touching rule and the fact Bison don’t wear g strings this fella would have been laced with 20’s.

 

Speaking of gratuitous nudity.

Oh yeah!  

 

Out the North East entrance looking for a campsite for the night, we see this beauty off of 212.

We share the multiple site spot with Luke from New Jersey who is on the last leg of a few month tour of the U.S.  He still had Washington and Oregon to go and told Victor this spot was the prettiest he had camped the entire trip.  Sun’s getting real low…

Tomorrow’s adventures await.