Have We Lost Our Minds?
Pregnant with our fourth child, my husband has a moment of inspiration and suggests a cross-country family trip during maternity leave.
Alarm went off at 5:45 am. First come sites can be filled by early morning. Sleep a little more.
Take Montana picture by 6:30 and head into Yellowstone.
At the gate, we get word that the Norris campground fills by 8:00 each day. We headed straight there. And find a line. George parks and heads up to the office. Comes back for his wallet. Ranger comes by a bit later and asked me if I had someone in line. I said I did and she said he should be in her last count. This is crazy. Enough cars move that I see George. He seems happy and like third to last in line. I think that means we just made it.
Sad news though. We had to wait until all the people in front of us got a spot. We were 27th in line and campers had until 11:00am to check out. Made friends with people in front and behind us. I am happy to report all three groups received a location.
Loop C - 79 is right at the bathrooms and I am pleased. Tight for our tent and George is not. Brogden did not allow me to help set up the tent but demanded to be held and patted.
Straighten the suburban afterwards. Girls got all toys taken away from them for making a disaster out of the back. Girls made sure to fuss about it as much as possible.
Hiked the Porcelain Basin Trail and girls got to see geysers and hot springs. Picked up junior Ranger books. Canyon Village for lunch and a Junior Ranger program.
Canyon Village for food at the grill. Yummy. Just in time for a Junior Ranger program. Biscuit and Tiny do not use Junior Ranger behavior and have to be removed. Bubble absorbs everything said about the animals and repeats the facts for us.
Drive through Hayden Valley. Mark off George's wish to see bison. We witness hundreds. Throughout the course of the day, George would joke with the girls about feeding them to a bear. Tiny promptly said "No. I fight back!" George asked with what and she told him that she would fight black with a Bowie Knife. I guess the two year old was paying attention at the Alamo during the Bowie exhibit.
Back at the campsite I wiped off the girls and George made dinner. Bubble and Tiny asked to go to the tent before the sun went down. Brogden is cuddled up in the rocker and Biscuit is deep in her sleeping bag. George and I zipped up in the tent with them by 9:35 pm. Far cry from last night.
Steps taken: 11,512
Miles driven: 136.2