It all comes down to this, our final hour in Yellowstone. Nine hours after leaving Cody 180 miles ago, I was so done with driving. The entire day had confirmed our hypothesis that, yes, Yellowstone is big. Like, really really really really really big. I tried my best to care deeply about the remaining flora, fauna, geological peculiarities, and man-made obtrusions that stood between us and the park’s north entrance, which in turn would lead to respite at the next hotel and check a new state off our lifetime to-do list.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 Anne and I have taken a road trip to a different part of the United States and seen attractions, wonders, and events we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife. We were each raised in a household that couldn’t afford annual out-of-state family vacations. We’re geeks more accustomed to vicarious life through the windows of pop culture than through in-person adventures. Eventually we tired of some of our self-imposed limitations and figured out how to leave the comforts of home for the chance to see creative, exciting, breathtaking, outlandish, and/or bewildering new sights in states beyond our own, from the horizons of nature to the limits of imagination, from history’s greatest hits to humanity’s deepest regrets and the sometimes quotidian, sometimes quirky stopovers in between.
We’re the Goldens. This is who we are and what we do.
Technically not even 2020 stopped us. We played by the new rules of the interim normal and wandered Indiana in multiple directions as safely as we could. This year the long-awaited vaccines arrived. For 2021 we agreed we had to go big. Our new primary objective was Yellowstone National Park, 1500 miles from Indy…
The final set of springs in our path was Mammoth Hot Springs, differently formed from the others as a series of terraces composed from travertine, a kind of limestone heavy on the calcite. The roadway first took us up to the Upper Terraces, covered in tourists gallivanting around the paths and the roadway itself, which made for some awkward creeping in the car. That circled back around to the Lower Terraces, which were a good deal less scenic except perhaps to Tim Burton fans and consequently were much less populated.
At last we crossed the border from Wyoming into Montana, a few miles before the park’s own edge. Standing proudly at Yellowstone’s north entrance is Roosevelt Arch, nearly fifty feet high and constructed from basalt. President Theodore Roosevelt himself laid one cornerstone in 1903, but never returned to see the final product in person. As park entrances go, it’s certainly bolder than the ordinary booths that had greeted us at the east entrance.
On the other side of the arch lay the tourist-trap town of Gardiner, where we’d be spending the night in preparation for our first big day in the state of Montana. Our next 24 hours would take us to still more panoramas, a national monument, a state park, supply-chain issues, a potentially near-death experience, and still not a single live bear anywhere in sight, which in retrospect is for the best considering we hadn’t bothered to stock up on bear repellent.
To be continued!
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