Cara and Justin

party of two

Day 28: Yellowstone National Park to Pocatello, Idaho

We packed up our last camp of our adventure, feeling a bit nostalgic about the last month. We wanted to hurry to the Old Faithful Inn to grab the 9:30am tour (which we had heard about the prior day). The Inn is quite impressive, built at the turn of the century of log, like a huge, fancy log cabin. It was the first of the national park lodges in the "rustic" style, though the tour guide seemed to imply that it was the inspiration of ALL of the other rustic national park lodges, including the El Tovar at Grand Canyon which opened only 8 months later (not nearly enough time to be "inspired" by the Old Faithful Inn). Continuing south, we passed through Grand Teton National Park. We both remember the Tetons being the most amazingly impressive mountains we had ever seen. They were still impressive, but after driving 400 miles along the Alaskan Range, and landing on a glacier in Denali, it was not quite as majestic as we remembered. We took a lunch break in Jackson Hole, stretching our legs and taking a photo in front of the antler arches at one of the corners of the town square. One street was closed off for a chili cookoff, so I tried to partake but had not paid the $5 for a spoon, so I had to chug my buffalo meet chili directly from the styrofoam cup. We were goign to my uncle's farm in Pocatello for the night, but I had not been since I was young, so I had no idea where I was going.and had to call him for directions, but things started looking familiar once we got closer, except perhaps the new subdivision right around the corner. It was great to see my Aunt Gwen and my Uncle Lonny again, as well as their assortment of horses, sheep, peacocks, chickens, and emus. Cara had to resist the temptation of a farm kitten which my aunt offered her :) We spent the evening catching up on family news, dining on elk burgers and shooting cans with a pellet gun just like old times), as I got to tell Cara about all of the stuff I used to do around the farm when I was a kid (like shooting cans with my pellet gun, feeding the horses apples and sugar cubes, floating down the canal in an inflatable kayak).

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