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RV Trip – Day 6

Thursday June 29, 2017

This was our last night in Jackson. We sleep in today, as we have no plans besides driving up to Yellowstone. We get the bikes back on the rack, unhook the RV. Little glitch: the gauge of our black water tank (yes, the gross stuff) shows that it is full, despite us being hooked to the camp’s sewage system. No good. Definitely not something we want issues with. Regis peeks under the RV and fortunately, quickly notices that there is a second trap door to open for the sewage to exit the tank. Michael T., our friendly and seemingly thorough associate at the RV rental place forgot to tell us about this one. Thankfully we figured it out. Batteries are fully charged, water tank is full, grey and black water tanks are empty, and we are unhooked. It’s 11am, our checkout time, and we’re ready to roll. Good bye Jackson, we had a great time.

The Southern entrance to the Yellowstone park is only 55 miles away.
Fearing that we did not get enough supplies for our 5 days in Yellowstone, we stop again at a grocery store and gas up as well. We then hit the road and stop soon by Lake Jackson to enjoy the view and eat lunch. Wendy makes tacos in the RV, and they hit the spot for everyone.
We resume our journey North. We reach Yellowstone with no issues, and about 20 miles into the park, we stop at the West Thumb Geyser Basin.
If we had gotten lost, we could have found our way by following the smell of rotten eggs. Here, we have to strictly follow a wooden path as puddles of sulfuric hot water can randomly form out from anywhere on the ground.
In this area, no shooting water in the air, but mainly steaming and bubbling liquids, either crystal clear water, or mud.
The air on our legs is either very cold or very hot depending on where the wind blows. This is really fun and we take a few nice pictures.
It was a nice stop, but we have to keep heading to our camp, because Wendy scheduled a sunset cruise, and a bus is supposed to pick us up from the RV camp at 7:15pm. We eventually reach the camp, which is one of the very few with water/sewage/electrical hookup. We’re scheduled to stay here for 2 nights. It’s raining, and the place is a little depressing, which is surprising considering everything is so picture perfect everywhere in Yellowstone. Oh well, we won’t spend much time here anyway. We easily hookup the R.V., and walk back to the entrance of the camp where we’re supposed to be picked up for the cruise. The pickup is late, but eventually shows up. It is a vintage yellow mini bus with wooden door.
Its driver is an old lady with pink hair and a twinkle in her eye. She looks just as vintage as the vehicle itself. We are the last people she picks up and the mini-bus is now full with us. We start heading down a road, and she soon stops to show us a beautiful lake.
We get out of the bus, and snap a few pictures, until we realize there are a few bisons in the distance.
We’re very excited because these are the first ones we see on this trip. Other people in our group seem more blasé about it, which leads us to believe that we may see a few more on this trip. We hit the road and stop again at a spot called Le Hardy rapids. We get out, walk down a path, to reach a deck on a stunning river, with massive trouts, which we can see through the clear water.
It’s another beautiful spot, and we take a few pictures until we leisurely get back to the minibus and hit the road again. We drive up on the Eastern side of the lake to a place called Lake Butte. The sun is starting to set, and the view is nothing short of breathtaking.

I can honestly say that this is one of the most incredible views I have ever seen.
The lake, the mountain, the clouds, the moon, the forest as far as the eye can see, the pink color of the sky… I’ve never taken as many pictures.
With my Zeiss camera, with my iPhone, in portrait, in landscape, in panorama… All you can hear is the clicking of the cameras around us, because everyone is just as stunned by the beauty of the sight.
Even our old lady guide, who’s probably been a ranger for a century or two, is snapping photos with her own phone. A grouse is keeping us company, strutting around us, just to add to the show.
It takes a few minutes for everyone to take it in. I have to stop taking pictures and enjoy with my own sight. The photos won’t give it justice anyway. This view alone would have made the whole trip worthwhile.
As we’re getting back into the bus, Wendy looks at her watch and realizes it’s almost time for the end of the “cruise”. When are we getting on that boat? She enquires and realizes that there is no such thing as a boat tour on this “cruise”. We all have a good laugh at Wendy’s expense, and happily made our ay back to the RV camp in our vintage “cruiser”. We all have a hot tea in the RV with Oreo cookies, and soon switch off the light. It was another fabulous day in paradise.
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