If I didn't explain before, and I'm too tired to read the last post, I am making this trek for Andrea to see old friends and for me to see some of God's amazing creation in areas I've never been. We knew the trip out would potentially be exhausting because we only had four days to get to the coast.
We left and drove through Illinois and across and then up the state of Missouri, to Iowa and then South Dakota. We stayed somewhere in Missouri, then Deadwood (in case you don't know it is barely a valley squeezed between the mountains) and now we're in Butte Montana. Who knew there were still motels with two floors but no elevator. We do now, twice over- slow learners. We've gone about 1800 miles.
It has been fascinating for one scene to go on nearly forever in some places, but after our stop at Wall Drug, the Gatlinburg of South Dakota, the scenery and the weather change around every corner. Mounds covered with pines, mounds with no pines, black mountains. Rocks that look just like the mines of Moria that the nine entered on the way to Mordor, mountains that look like they are made of stone pillows, one stacked on the other, mounds that are sandy colored and mounds that are red. Pine trees stacked up the side of the mountain like toothpicks.
I don't have a way to crop pictures on this laptop, and they just don't seem to do the size of these mountains justice. But I will share some here.
Yellowstone was beautiful and in these pictures are bears, sheep and moose, I think.
Lots of bubbling brews in Yellowstone.
That lake in the middle of Yellowstone was some lake now. The mountains were still covered in snow where we were driving past at above 8000 ft elevation.
A long way up those stairs for two tired travelers.
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