The Wild West - Wyoming
Trip Start Sep 07, 2008
81Trip End Dec 10, 2008
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
At breakfast time, we stopped at the Yellowstone Lake, to feed the tummies and stretch the legs. With lots of fresh fruit, cereal and yoghurt we were ready and fighting fit to carry on... not long after we came across a lone wolf (a different one from yesterday, opposite sides of the park). Again, he was crossing the road, at a fair pace, obviously on a mission. We followed him for a while, but Trent didn't like that, and said that the wolf didn't like being followed and he wanted to be left alone - fair enough (I feel like that myself sometimes!)
In a vain attempt to spot bear, we waited by the roadside, not far from an animal carcass, hoping that bear might come down to feed - they may well of at some stage, but we needed to keep going. So we left Yellowstone National Park and travelled through Bufallo Bill State Park.
This was a real welcome to cowboy country! We travelled through deserts, canyons that had rocks and lime, millions of years old - very difficult to compehend, you're just in awe. In places the scenery was so desolate it was like being back in the beginning of time - you couldn't see anything for 100 miles. Then when you finally did reach 'town', they were all Saloons - real cowboy towns. Again, it was like going back in time, all you needed was a cowboy and horse to ride down the road to greet you...
Once we were through the rocky areas, which were very dry, we came into the Bighorn area, (at this point we were at 9000ft) and immediately hit winter! We couldn't see more than 20ft in front of us in the worst of it. There was snow, fog, and basically we were travelling in cloud. Bighorn is a well known ski area, and we figured it must be very well known for it's snow-mobiles as there were signs quite often saying 'Parking for snow-mobile here'.
Anyway, you will see from the photos we went from dry desert, to wet winter in 30 minutes, and back out the other side.
After travelling for about 5 hrs, we ended up in Bufallo, at an aptly named campground called 'Indian campground' and it was McDonalds for dinner - yuk - but a necessary evil sometimes.