Wyoming! We left Jackson in the morning, heading up to Yellowstone. Turns out to get to Yellowstone from the south, you first need to pass through the Grand Teton National Park. The mountains popped up seemingly out of nowhere (or out of complex geological maneuverings over eons) and Lizzie and I were pleasantly surprised to have such fabulous scenery on our way to more fabulous scenery. We stopped to take some pictures, and as soon as we pulled in, a huge bus full of tourists descended upon us, which was irksome. We took off in our Maudelet (confession: We’ve been driving poor
little Maudelet in third gear up until today. Her rpms were off the chain, and we just thought it was the way of the Yaris, but it turns out it’s the way of the Yaris only if the drivers can’t figure out the gear shift in a timely fashion) and found a better vista with fewer people, and it was lovely. About 70 or so miles after leaving Jackson, we made it to Yellowstone, and it’s just as stunning as everyone told me it would be. Our first stop was Lewis lake, which was shimmery and blue and surrounded by these awesome coniferous trees which were bare all the way up to their tip tops, where finally they had a toupee of pine needles. Turns out there are quite a few of these forests of bare-trunked trees, and they’re really quite interesting. Lots of trees had been knocked down, too, whether by the wind or some other force I don’t know (Lizzie and I want to kidnap a ranger and stick him in our backseat so he can answer all our numerous questions). Anyway there were some killer deep canyons, cold-looking rivers, and also an amazing waterfall, which we found just as it started to rain. Boo, rain. I got in a few pictures, but the rain was freeeeezing so we had to flee back to Maudelet, who gets much better gas mileage when in regular drive, rather than third gear, in case you were wondering. After the waterfall, we went to Grant Village for snackage, and the cashier gave me three forks with my veggie burger. I used zero forks, but it was good to know that I had options. After lunch (which was at 2) we walked over to the lake, where suddenly we realized the air was thinner than we’re used to. Breathing was not as easy as it could’ve been, and it’s not just because I’m still sick, which is annoying as all hell. I have a box of Nana tissues in the back seat of the car, and have probably taken out the equivalent of at least one of those crazy-tall pine trees. Sniff. After lunch, we decided to go to Old Faithful, because geysers are awesome.
Wyoming! We left Jackson in the morning, heading up to Yellowstone. Turns out to get to Yellowstone from the south, you first need to pass through the Grand Teton National Park. The mountains popped up seemingly out of nowhere (or out of complex geological maneuverings over eons) and Lizzie and I were pleasantly surprised to have such fabulous scenery on our way to more fabulous scenery. We stopped to take some pictures, and as soon as we pulled in, a huge bus full of tourists descended upon us, which was irksome. We took off in our Maudelet (confession: We’ve been driving poor 
little Maudelet in third gear up until today. Her rpms were off the chain, and we just thought it was the way of the Yaris, but it turns out it’s the way of the Yaris only if the drivers can’t figure out the gear shift in a timely fashion) and found a better vista with fewer people, and it was lovely. About 70 or so miles after leaving Jackson, we made it to Yellowstone, and it’s just as stunning as everyone told me it would be. Our first stop was Lewis lake, which was shimmery and blue and surrounded by these awesome coniferous trees which were bare all the way up to their tip tops, where finally they had a toupee of pine needles. Turns out there are quite a few of these forests of bare-trunked trees, and they’re really quite interesting. Lots of trees had been knocked down, too, whether by the wind or some other force I don’t know (Lizzie and I want to kidnap a ranger and stick him in our backseat so he can answer all our numerous questions). Anyway there were some killer deep canyons, cold-looking rivers, and also an amazing waterfall, which we found just as it started to rain. Boo, rain. I got in a few pictures, but the rain was freeeeezing so we had to flee back to Maudelet, who gets much better gas mileage when in regular drive, rather than third gear, in case you were wondering. After the waterfall, we went to Grant Village for snackage, and the cashier gave me three forks with my veggie burger. I used zero forks, but it was good to know that I had options. After lunch (which was at 2) we walked over to the lake, where suddenly we realized the air was thinner than we’re used to. Breathing was not as easy as it could’ve been, and it’s not just because I’m still sick, which is annoying as all hell. I have a box of Nana tissues in the back seat of the car, and have probably taken out the equivalent of at least one of those crazy-tall pine trees. Sniff. After lunch, we decided to go to Old Faithful, because geysers are awesome.
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