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In hot water again....
... by the National Park Service is a voluntary moratorium on climbing during July when cultural events are held by the local tribes. We walked around the base of the Tower, enjoying the vast panoramas over the surrounding ranchland.
After lunch in the parking lot, we headed Blue across Wyoming. Our goal was Cody, Wyoming, and the east entrance to Yellowstone National Park. Unfortunately, Mother Nature wasn't cooperating. While we drove ...
Snow.
... trips to the toilet.
Interestingly, the smoke from all the brush fires around filled the air, blocking some of the views. In the morning and again this evening, it gives the sky an eerie orange/pink glow.
We arrived in Thermopolis at noon, had lunch in town and went to the Wyoming Dinosaur Center. This IS dino country, so not surprisingly, this is a ...
On the road again
... a real treasure. The namesake of then park is the 50 foot high, 100 foot long natural sandstone arch with a beautiful little river running under it. We camped within a stones throw of arch and close enough to the river to cast our poles from the window of the RV. The kids are out fishing as a type this entry. Tomorrow it is a short drive to the Poudre river area in Colorado where we will shack up for a day or two depending on the ...
Up and over the mountains
30th July cont.
We then headed off to Worland and the start of Highway 16 that headed up through the Big Horn mountains. We got up so far with no problems but after stopping for some lunch half way up, Brian started playing up again! He just doesn't like big hills at altitude and doesn't seem to be getting enough fuel as the filter was nearly empty. We did however manage to crawl up the rest of the way at a lower speed of 40mph and had no problems coming down the other side.
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Westbound
... that there were plenty of spaces still. So imagine our surprise when we finally arrived at the turn-off for the campsite at 8pm and were confronted with a locked gate and a sign reading “Closed for Winter.” Oh ****. Apparently, Mick’s information had been faulty. Luckily, the patrons of a nearby restaurant directed us to a lodge further down the road, and even offered to call them to see if they could stay open a bit later and wait for us ...