Day 15, 16, 17 and 18 ~ When we rolled in to Yellowstone for a three day stint in America's first National Park I wasn't sure how my lovely bride was going to like my plan of touring the park on my Harley. "What if we run in to a buffalo? Or a Bear?" Well we got to see both and several Roosevelt Elk as well. As it turned out the rides were spectacular!
The Grizzly Bear was off in the distance in a meadow pretty much intent on getting from point a. to point b. but the Bison was right up close and personal. More than a little intimidating. He actually almost T-Boned a red Hundayi that was right in front of us heading the opposite direction from the Upper Yellowstone Falls.
While we saw several Bison the funniest thing we saw was as we were leaving the park via the West Entrance and came upon the usual traffic jam caused by a wildlife sighting (in this case a cow elk) and then we drove past a 4+ mile long bumper to parking lot of people that were just driving into the park. It was gonna take a couple of hours to clear the mess caused by the folks that were just parking their cars in to road and hopping out to snap some photos of what I pretty much think of as roasts and hamburger on the hoof.
The two days of riding through the park were not nearly enough. We stopped at many of the usual spots but for Kristie, as it was her first trip to Yellowstone, it was all very new and exciting although she didn't really much care for the stinky sulfer hot springs and she especially didn't care much for the hords of tourists.
We were able to find a quiet little picnic spot that we had all to ourselves for about 15 minutes and then the Clark W. Griswalds rolled in and unloaded two suburbans full of whiney little kids and sullen teenagers who decided that this little slice of heaven was the perfect spot to tell their parents just how much their lives sucked.
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