2,477 Miles to Boston
This morning was hard.
I had a Zoom meeting at 10:00, so we left the hotel at 7:00 with plans to be at Old Faithful in time for me to get set up and ready. That wasn’t in the cards.
The line of cars waiting to enter the park stretched all the way into the town of West Yellowstone. Once inside, we spent the next 45 minutes traveling 4 miles. It quickly became obvious that we would not reach our destination in time, so we turned around, and I claimed a picnic table outside of McDonald’s as my office for the morning. My husband brought me a coffee, and I took my meeting.
The view from my office
When it ended, the line of cars hadn’t lessened. We waited. And waited. And waited. Crawling along on a Harley is not as much fun as it sounds.
At long last, we saw a line of rangers with megaphones warning drivers not to stop. We looked to our left and saw the culprit, a grizzly bear right by the road, chomping happily away on berries, completely oblivious to the traffic jam it had caused.
By this time, it was noon; we were hopelessly behind our revised schedule, but almost exactly where we would be if we had stuck to our original plan, so we kept on keeping on.
One stop. Two signs.
The West Yellowstone entrance gets the tourists, but the Absaroka Mountain Range outside of the East Yellowstone entrance contains one of the most beautiful drives in all of the West.
Eventually, we rolled into the Buffalo Bill Dam and Visitor Center.
Yay! Another free museum.
We hopped on the free golf cart shuttle and chatted with the guide, who cautioned us to hold on to any hats, secure loose clothing, and to be careful if prone to vertigo. He wasn’t kidding! The drop looking down from the top is dizzying. When built in 1910, the Buffalo Bill Dam was the highest in the world, and the museum documents its history beautifully.
Definitely dizzymaking
We continued, the sharp ridges morphing into the high plateaus that make up Central Wyoming. In the distance, I spotted airplanes next to a rest area sign.
My heart jumped. Free museum? Sadly, but no. The Museum of Flight and Ariel Firefighting is only $5, but we were back on schedule. Maybe next time.
The (not) free museum
Two more quick highway signs. One for the Bridger Trail, which I learned went all the way to Virginia City, Nevada, and one for the wild horses of Wyoming. A quick drive through Cody, and we were at our original stopping point of Worldand.
Back on Track.
Turns out, I knew what I was doing when I made my original itinerary.
Pioneer Square in Worland, Wyoming
Carousels and Curiosity 
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