Heading to Jellystone meant I could pack my concert-going cowboy boots in the truck and go all hikers, all the time. Through a random series of shopping events, we ended up with the same hiking boots. I guess that whole lookin-alike cannot be escaped.
I had mine first. And were clearance-racked at a third the price. OK, my husband did find them for me on said clearance rack.
This was on the wall at the Northern Pacific cafe, and I just love it. Hangin' out at a national park lodge evokes the grandeur and pace of another time, but also a sense of vulnerability. More on that later.
Suck it, Carlsbad.
"For the Benefit and Enjoyment of the People." Jellystone is the jewel of the national parks, and covers about 3,500 square miles. We watched Ken Burns' "The National Parks: America's Best Idea," before our trip.
Mammoth Hot Springs hotel! Swanky! While there are natural geothermal features everywhere here, there aren't any sanctioned hot springs facilities for dipping in, like at Lava. Still lovely.
Yes. It. Does. :)
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