August 28

This morning we got up early to make some headway! It was soooo cold last night! The wind finally died down but even in my thermals and sleeping bag, I was cold! It was hard to get out of the tent but luckily there was heated bathrooms right across the path from campsite! We left Montana and headed right for Wyoming and Yellowstone National Park! It was so amazing! I would totally recommend everyone to check it out! All over the park there are steaming geysers, hot springs and mud pots where the earth is bubbling and brewing! It reminded me of when we were in Bolivia and saw similar things but Yellowstone has a lot more of it to see! At some points it looks like there are small fires all over the ground but it is just small hotsprings or geysers! Of course we can't forget the main attraction, Old Faithful! We arrived at the spot just in time to see this world renowned geyser erupt (thats a picture of it to the left)! Pretty cool! As we stopped to enjoy some scenery, we saw some people fishing on one of the rivers. Then all the sudden, emerging from the trees behind them was a big furry, dark colored...Bison! We watched as it casually walked towards the fishermen, them not even noticing it! Finally, when the Bison was about 20 yards from the guys, they spotted him and watched him saunter past them and towards us! He walked right beside our car, minding his own business! It was awesome! We saw many buffalo/bison during our drive through the park! Once leaving the park we headed towards a small town called Cody, Wyoming where we thought of our nephew Cody - how could we not, his name was everywhere! After a quick lunch at "Granny's Diner" we drove...And drove...And drove!

We almost made it across the entire state of Wyoming but once it got to about 8pm, we thought we better pull over. The night had become a bit stormy, the wind was howling and big fat rain drops were starting to fall. We were en route to Wyoming's National Monument, the Devil's Tower when we decided we better set up camp. We were in what felt like the middle of no where! Luckily there was a small deserted campsite right off the road. We pulled in and looked around - no one was there. We were just getting back into the car when someone came out, "You lookin for a place to stay?" he said. "Yes", we answered. In his thick American accent he replied, "we just closed up shop but we'll letcha in". Thank goodness! We pulled into our site, a clear view of the highway, and one other camper to our left. As we set up camp and made a late dinner, we watched the lightening dance in the distance. It was a bit eery - a dark and stormy night, parked on the side of a backroad by a creep rock called "Devils Tower", a deserted campground (we swear the other camper belonged to the owner to make it look like someone was there). My mind started going...So I made Carl sleep with our axe at the foot of his bed!