Spent the night in Thermopolis Wyoming at a motel connected to the worlds largest Hot Springs pool and I finally figured out what wasn’t in my pack, ….my swimming suit. It was late and I don’t think they were going to be very proud of me soaking in the minerals naked so I had to forget the hot springs. The pic is a fountain where the flow of hot springs is upward and over time the minerals harden to form what they call a Hot Springs Tepee. There were two in the park. I don’t know how long they have been growing these monsters but i thought they were really cool.
Day 3 started with my normal trip routine. I overslept, okay not that routine but the one where I find gas, orange juice and take my trip vitamins. For some reason I can’t remember to take them at home (or choose not to), but on a road trip I do well. At the gas station there was another Harley and an older couple at the pumps getting gas. When they were done they pulled up beside me while I was doing the vitamin orange juice routine in the shade. I noticed the Nebraska tag so I struck up the conversation first by asking what part of Nebraska they were from. They were from Norfolk and said they had left on July 7th and rode to Fairbanks Alaska and had only been in the rain once. Surely that is a good omen. We talked awhile and I’m thinking I hope I am still riding at their age at what I estimate to be mid to late 70’s!
My route was pre-planned to John and Tracy’s near Meeteese Wy which means “Meeting Place” in Shoshone. I also learned that Butch Cassidy was once a Meeteese resident and that the Black Footed Ferret is the town mascot. Amazing what you can learn by reading a road sign. I missed the turn to John and Tracy’s but when I went by on the hill and looked down at where their place was I thought I saw somebody sitting out by the fence so I waved before turning around. When I finally found my way down the winding dirt road whoever it was sitting on the fence wasn’t moving and it was also nobody I recognized. I later learned the old Indian’s name was Victor. “Where the hell did you get that?” “Get What?” ” That old Indian sitting on the old plow!” “Oh, that’s Victor, I was hauling trash to the dump and Victor was sitting in the bottom, I couldn’t leave something like there now could I?” I have to admit I couldn’t leave something like that in the dump either. John initially took Victor with the intent of sitting him on a friends toilet seat as a joke when nobody was home, but he got caught in the act so he rode around town with Victor in his truck and took him home. He had to leave town so he just left Victor in his old trash truck and called his wife to tell her that an old Indian named Victor whom he found at the dump was going to stay at the house while he was gone. His wife was not impressed and you can only imagine the rest of that conversation. ” It is okay, he will sleep in the truck” Only after she got home and finally decided to go talk to Victor to see if he was alright did she meet the real Victor.
Where do you like to go in Mexico?
You ever taken a cruise on a ship?
You ever been to Europe?
Ever been to Hawaii?
It goes on and on whenver the topic of vacations comes up. Most people I talk to figure vacation means the most exotic places or you have to do a cruise or fly. Not me, and I really can’t believe you have lived until you see the largest ball of twine in Cawker City Kansas or Jessie Jame’s hideout in Merimac Caverns Missouri or a Pony Express Station in Nevada. Maybe not the most exotic places, but people from all over the world come to the good ol USA to see them and best of all I can visit them without flying or taking a cruise ship. Okay maybe they don’t come to see the above places but they do come to Yellowstone National Park. I stood behind them in every line today, couldn’t understand a damn word, Â but they smiled and took my picture. I was amazed at the foreigners who had rented Harley’s and were taking a riding vacation American Style, they were everywhere and most are going to end up the same place I am at Biker Mecca; Sturgis. I think they got it right!
Yellowstone. Once youÂ enter the East Entrance from the Cody side you are immediately struck with the beauty. You look up and note the road is not that far from timberline and there is still snow on the slopes and glaciers. A lot of rain this year and everything is green and lush. The areas that burned a few years ago are now full of wildflowers in all colors! Buffalo, Elk, Deer and Raptures are everywhere. The Buffalo are mostly on the road making fools out of the tourists and playing chicken with the motorcyclists. I let them win every time.
The Buffalo like to stand in the middle of the road stopping traffic but only when it is raining hard so I get extra soaked. The tourist like to stop in the middle of the road stopping traffic to take pictures of anything that moves but only in the hard rain so I get extra soaked. I know they couldn’t understand English because signs everywhere said do not stop in middle of road and do not bother wildlife. IÂ wanted to postÂ a sign that said please keep moving because I am friggin soaking ass wet! Wouldn’t have mattered.
To add further misery, what is that little white ice stuff falling from the sky?
And why are all those motorcycles shopping at the same time?
Enough whining, if you don’t ride in the rain then you don’t ride. A soaked lady rider I met today told me she was real tired of hearing that . She was not a happy camper.
Cold, wet, tired, hungry, it all goes away when you get the chance to experience a once in a lifetime world wonder like Old Faithful. I waited and waited and waited and true to her name she came. It was truly awesome and I am so glad I waited. I got even withthe Buffalo too, Tenderloins, medium well with a cold beer.
See ya tomorrow and kisses!