Oh, how this from flat land Florida gal loved the Rocky Mountains! It was heaven to me when I lived in Rapid City, South Dakota for a year and we regularly explored them.
Although I had gone as a 9-year old to a summer camp for 8 weeks in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and lived near them in North Carolina for 20 years, and went through the Smoky Mountains a few times, the Rockies take "magnificent" to new heights (noting from the description of Wyoming: the *Lowest* Point is a 3,100 foot elevation! lol) - - the comparison is like that of a gnat to a butterfly.
Our forays from South Dakota did not take us to Wyoming, but on our way driving from Fairbanks, Alaska to Florida to Myrtle Beach, we went down the spine of the Rockies, through beautiful Wyoming.
The Grand Teton Mountains are definitely grand indeed - and we spent a whole day at Yellowstone National Park.
The night before, we stayed in a motel, and I purchased chicken and other fresh food at a grocery store before entering the Park early in the morning.
We found a wonderful campsite, totally emptied the Greenbrier van and repacked it, and I took the time to barbecue the chicken and make fixin's - food always tastes wonderful in the great outdoors!
Old Faithful performed right on cue for us; there was snow still on ground in June at higher elevations; and there were many bears for the children to watch.
It was a stellar, standout day indeed.
I do love the way you tell stories about your wonderful adventures. You paint beautiful word pictures. :-)
I too have nice memories of a visit to Wyoming many years ago. I would love to go back for Frontier Days. Freethehostages describes it as an event not to be missed.
(((((((((LadyX))))))))))) have a terrific Tuesday!
Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home on the Range;
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Where the air is so pure and the zephyrs so free
And the breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright
Home, home on the Range;
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
I stand there amazed and I ask as I gaze
Does their glory exceed that of ours?
Home, home on the Range;
Where the deer and the antelope play;
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.