I have left the Prairie and Laura Ingalls behind. I am in Montana. Or Wyoming. Or back and forth.
The point is that I am going to Yellowstone. National Park.
Not the Hamm’s Beer Brewery. That music was used in the 1936 film, Yellowstone, a 63 minute epic about murdering conmen looking for buried loot in Yellowstone National Park. The movie starred (had in it anyway) Alan Hale (Not the Skipper from Gilligan’s Island but rather his father who he looked an awful lot like), Jim Thorpe (yeah. THAT Jim Thorpe but in a bit part) and a dude named Paul Harvey who was sadly not the one who provided, “The rest of the story,” for so many years on what I call Old Man Radio which usually has news on the (pick your own number)s. Jeez. Not a single millenial is going to understand any of that rant. crud. I am super old.
But anywho. Back to Yellowstone.
Geyser – now pronounced Geezer (Oh, Dr. Brian Cox why did you let me hear you say that word. Now, I shall never say it another way again and I will be ridiculed.
Grand Prismatic Spring
Mammoth Hot Springs
NERD ALERT!!! I know what all those things are.
The downside? No wine along the trail. BOOO. At the beginning and end of the trail? Much better. They include: