The Last Time I Was in Yellowstone: Day Three on the Road

We packed up and headed out of the Big Sky Resort this morning and after an adequate breakfast in West Yellowstone (two adequate breakfasts for Peter, he wasn’t taking any chances with …..) and headed into Yellowstone. I was the only one in the car that hadn’t been. But Pam, Peter, and perfect strangers had loads of stories to tell and the phrase “the last time I was in Yellowstone” was a popular phrase today. Almost as popular as Yellowstone itself.

Memories included, the last time I was in Yellowstone….
Old Faithful seemed a whole lot bigger.
the visitors center was over there.
I saw a huge stuffed buffalo.
we met an Indian kid on his way to university in Fargo, North Dakota.
we couldn’t sleep all night because of loud, amorous elk.

So, I stared to wonder, what are my memories of Yellowstone going to be? Now that the day is complete, and we’re resting comfortably at our campsite in Cody, Wyoming I’ve got a few of my own to share.

The last time I was in Yellowstone…
I saw my first buffalo.
I was mesmerized by the aquamarine pools of water, steam vents, and geyers.
I got sprayed by a geyser.
I met five high school friends in coordinating pastel, cowboy hats.
I shot campy videos at the Continental Divide sign.
I stood atop hot, stinky sulpher on the shore of Yellow Lake.
I saw a lone sailboat on the lake.
I couldn’t stop taking photographs of big blue skies dotted with near perfect clouds.
I saw meadows flooded in a sea of red, yellow and purple wild flowers.

One thing for sure, there will certainly be a chance for me to utter the phrase “the last time I was in Yellowstone” because I will be back. Have a favorite memory of your last time in Yellowstone, we’d love to hear it. Leave us a comment!