The full moon showed up a little early in Idaho Falls . . . apparently Betty's skirts and strong Idaho breezes don't mix well. Sorry, folks, no pictures.
Speaking of moons, Betty is also the first blogger (other than my husband) to have witnessed the samba panties in person. Eat your heart out, Waffles.
We determined a couple things about Jackson Hole.
- It is cute and quaint (even if a little manufactured)
- The public restrooms smell like ass. I held my breath the whole time.
- You can buy almost anything "moose" here
- You can buy cowboy boots made of python. On sale for a mere $700.
- You can also buy a stuffed beaver rowing a canoe for $600. No kidding. I'd show you a picture, but they didn't allow photography. Probably didn't need some amateur taxidermist getting any funny ideas. My birthday is only a few months away you know . . .
We left Jackson Hole and headed north to Yellowstone. Other than the bizarre stop for road construction, we made great time and actually decided to try to see some things in the park before heading to our hotel. We stopped at the West Thumb basin, which is on the western shores of Lake Yellowstone.
Yesterday's collage/mosaic may have confused some of you . . . but then you need to see Yellowstone to understand. I kept expecting geysers like what you see in pictures of Old Faithful. What I didn't expect was the rest of the landscape that goes with this kind of geothermal wonderland. Without perspective (like the pictures yesterday), you're not sure if you are looking at a moonscape, a seascape, an underwater reef, or an infrared scan of the earth from space. The formations were unusual; watching water steaming and boiling and then running into a lake bigger than the eye can see was amazing. The sulfur smell was overwhelming in parts; the beauty and uniqueness unmatched. The colors were almost better than an underwater reef at times, made from varying strains of bacteria. The rock formations alternated between looking like caves, snow, coral, ice, and volcanic residue. Needless to say, the two of us had cameras snapping.
We made it to our hotel exhausted but satisfied with the visual wonderland . . .
Day 4 - Old Faithful waits!