We planned to leave early because the drive back to Missoula is six hours. The girls just stopped at the Post Office to mail their postcards and picked up some breakfast and then we were on our way.
This time we didn’t stop at any geysers but I couldn’t help myself when we met a herd of bisons. There was shorter traffic of people leaving the park but the incoming one was two miles long. Nobody complained, no horns blown, everyone just enjoyed taking pictures of them.
Okay enough of the bisons/buffaloes. I must have taken so many shots of them.
We stopped by the West Entrance to pick up some gas. Their boulevards are lined with thrift stores, motels, gas stations, bars, restaurants, souvenir shops – all catering to tourists.
The drive outside Yellowstone is an easy way. Somewhere I asked Aunt Claire to take over the driving. The road stretches as far as you can see, many times in a straight line and sometimes the road dips and rises in little hills.
On my first trip to Glacier National Park, I thought we made a stop in Ennis. It is an old wild wild west town and you can still see traces of its past.
It was a long drive but leisurely. Most times we were the only car on the road.
Late lunch/early dinner was fried chicken. That’s what me and the kids had a taste for. We were referred to this place by our hotel concierge, they promised it would be better than the Colonel’s.
To end their day, the girls enjoyed the pool at our hotel.