We woke up in Custer to discover a new layer of snow that had fallen through the night. After I played in the snow (getting it off the car), we ventured out for a longer route than originally planned. It seems that the current blasts of snow had closed the roads leading directly west. Our new route would take us into Wyoming and then up into Montana, leading us into Yellowstone from the north. Despite looking at 9 hours of driving, we needed to make one more stop on the way out of town to Jewel Cave National Monument. We didn’t have time for a cave tour, but enjoyed the exhibits and movie to teach us more about the cave exploration there. Then off we went into the sub-freezing temps and snow flurries.
We left the Black Hills and entered the wide open spaces of Wyoming. We really only cut the corner of the state though, and soon found ourselves in Big Sky Country (Montana). The sun did come out for a little while, ending the occasional flurries and warming up to the low 40s. Travel through the huge state was helped a little bit by the 80 mph speed limit! We crossed the Yellowstone River several times; it taunted us into thinking we were close to our destination than we actually were.
Finally, we re-entered Wyoming from the north and soon we were in Yellowstone National Park. But then we realized we still had over two hours to drive to our lodge in the park. Turns out, Yellowstone is a way bigger than we imagined. It’s about 55 miles wide and 65 miles long and much of the road we traversed was slow going due to windy roads and wildlife wandering across and stopping traffic. We’re all about the journey though, so we settled in to soak up the sights. Right from the start, we were awestruck by the Gallatin range mountains running alongside the road.
As the snow started back up, we came upon the wintery wonder of Gibbon Falls. I temporarily abandoned the warmth of the car to walk in the snow and get a better look at the waterfall. While outside, I made a new friend with a raven. He seemed quite curious about me…maybe wondering why I was outside or maybe wondering if I had snacks to share. (Not to worry…I know better. A fed animal is a dead animal.)
As the snow got heavier, we tooled alongside multiple rivers and frosty lakes. Finally, the snow eased up and the sun came out for awhile…glistening on the snowy fields and highlighting the steam plumes from fumaroles (steam vents) and geysers in the distance in every direction.
We stopped again in the Lower Geyser Basin after hearing a geyser before we even saw it. A short walk brought us to a spot featuring all of the cool Yellowstone thermal delights: a hot spring, geyser, and mud pits. Standing there watching the earth boil and bubble and spew, I was speechless. Thom noted it was so primordial. It definitely felt like we were in some other world. And the screams of escaping gases was unexpected and just a touch hair-raising. Then I saw something extra hair-raising: a freshly scratched up tree right next to us. We didn’t stick around to see if there was a grizzly nearby…I never want that adventure.
Back on the road, we rounded a corner and had to promptly stop for a herd of bison. They eventually marched past us, with Thom rolling his window up before a fluffy cow decided to come for him.
Our next stop was the Midway Geyser Basin. There was a really cool boardwalk that went up and around multiple geysers. It was super cold (in the 20s) and very windy, but cool to see Excelsior Geyser Crater, Grand Prismatic Spring, and the expanse of thermal ground. Unfortunately, Grand Prismatic wasn’t as colorful as expected. Turns out that cold and clouds affect the view. Still really beautiful though!
We finally checked into the Old Faithful Snow Lodge for the evening. It was a well-appointed, rustic lodge, and a cozy stop for the night. We got a nice little bit of sunset as we were checking in. After dinner, we hoped to enjoy the dark skies and maybe even see Old Faithful lit by the moon. Unfortunately, the snow flurries were back and the clouds were thick.
Up early the next morning, we checked out and got the estimated time of Old Faithful’s next eruption. While these eruptions are fairly predictable, there’s still some variations and, apparently, the first one in the morning is a little unknown. The lodge told us it would probably go off about 8am, so we bundled up and grabbed the breakfast-of-champions (PopTarts) to go watch Old Faithful. Besides the uncertain timing, the other complication was the fact that it was 25 degrees outside with some noticeable wind and the sun hiding behind the clouds here and there. We stood for awhile but eventually sat on the frozen benches. Some fitness fanatics jogged by and told everyone it would be 8:45 (as they were outside and saw the last one go off at 7:15…it goes off about every 90 minutes, give or take 10 minutes “or so”). Once the cold settled in our bones, we actually enjoyed the peacefulness of the setting–birds singing in the distance and the occasional hisses and burbles from the geysers in the area. It was really interesting to see some of the water runoff actually frozen even on the hot thermal bed. Finally, at 9:05am, the geyser shot up, then up some more, then up even more. It was pretty spectacular, despite the wind blowing it a lot. What a wild world we live in!
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