We traveled 3621 miles in 3 weeks, and had a wonderful time all the way!
There’s dust on our tail from the long, long trail.
The high desert prairies are behind us, and now we see hardwood trees and corn farming.
Prairie Homestead – historic sodbuster farm sitting forlornly in the Badlands.
There’s hardly a living thing out here except rattlesnakes and prairie dogs.
Upon entering the park, a large sign warns “Prairie Dogs Have Plague” !!
We had lunch at the park restaurant, hoping it would be as swanky as Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint found it in the Hitchcock movie, but alas it’s just another cafeteria run by Xantera Concessions.
Deadwood is famous for its Gold Rush days, circa 1875, and for where Wild Bill Hickok was killed in Saloon No. 10.
The afternoon couldn’t have been more splendid.
We ambled through Ponderosa pines, white oaks, and a litter of boulders.
We saddled up and headed out of Yellowstone via the East Gate. This route took us through –aieeee! – the Sylvan Pass, which is a mountainous – watch out! – winding road, with the slimmest of guard rails – Laura Mercy!
Yellowstone is a wild place, fraught with danger and peril. Park Rangers are fond of telling stories of hapless tourists, most who fall victim to their own foolishness.