Yesterday we were returning home from a week in Utah with the Outlaws. I pleaded with my wife if we could return home by way of Yellowstone, its just two hours and about 20 miles difference in the trip. She finialy agreed. Yes!
we are on our way
Eight hours into the trip, we entered West Yellowstone. We stoped at a gas station to get the needed junk food to finish the trip. I steped out of the car and I could hear this loud rumble, I thought what could this be. It sounded like a P51 Mustang doing a run-up for take off. No it wasn't an airplane but three COBRA'S making their way down town. I thought to myself what a great trip through the park, not only do we have Buffalo, Elk, and Bears, we also have the rumble of pure power making their way through the winding roads of Yellowstone.
We counted at least 10 cars all together through out the park. Where were you guys going! I felt sorry for those in West Yellowstone, that cold rain was comming down hard. Two years ago on July 4 we were in Cooke City on motorcycles and got caught in a snow storm, for about 20 miles. It was wet and cold.