Sunday, May 23, 2010
We saw the usual -- geysers, mudpots, waterfalls and canyons, elk, bison, elk, cranes, a loon. Nope, no bears. It rained, sleeted, hailed, snowed and then the sun shone. Wind blew. Food at the Canyon Village diner was average. Trinkets still at pre-season prices. Met nice folks from Santa Barbara in the lobby of the Old Faithful Inn. Huckleberry ice cream was good.
Two-thirds of all the geysers on Planet Earth are in Yellowstone, many along a 15-mile strip of the Firehole River between Old Faithful in the Upper Geyser Basin and Fountain Paint Pot in the Lower Gesyer Basin. They spew hot water, some in predictable intervals. Big deal. THEY SPEW HOT WATER!
There are places so remote in "The Park" that only thousands, maybe even hundreds, of people have ever laid eyes on them. There's a 102-year-old inn made entirely of logs. The lobby is eight-stories tall and smells of a century of wood fires in the giant hearth. There's a 308-foot waterfall that scours a canyon of golden rock, and a river called Firehole. There are places that gurgle and blurp so loudly that they can heard a quarter-mile or more away.
I could go on.
My dad said Old Faithful was "wimpy" this time -- went off on schedule but it was a short eruption. (Insert sex joke here.)
That's my report. As we used to say in the news biz: More TK.