On the hunt for yuppies...we found bikes

Saturday morning we went downtown West Yellowstone to the shops and when we were finished we saw the line of cars waiting at the enterance to the park stretching for miles. We decided that no one needed to get stabbed today and that we would just loop down through Idaho to get to Jackson. We drove past Lion Head mountain and into Island Falls where everyone had a fourwheeler in, behind, or on their truck somehow. With the help of wanda we discovered highway 32, awesome road, feels like being on a ride with all the hills, turns and drop offs. We also got our first look at potato fields and the Grand Tetons.







We drove into Wyoming through a sweet pass that put the Mt. Washington auto road to shame. With its multiple gates, avalanche warning areas, pull offs to put your chains on, 12 different radio stations for weather info, and dire warnings about runaway trucks, it was the best mountain road yet. Saddly when we started down the other sided we began to enter the town to Wilson and saw the infestation of bikers, pedal bikes mind you. I did not know it at the time just how much worse it would get over the next few days.
-Marc

We started our day off in Moose, Wy visiting an old roomate of mine who worked at the Triple X Dude Ranch. The ranch had an amazing view of the mountains. It offered float trips, hunting trips, day and night trips on horseback and places to stay. My friend was part of the kitchen staff so everyone got along well, while we sat drinking on one of the porches in aderondack chairs looking at the mountains and getting burned. We ended the day going to the closest KOA, three hours away in Mount Pelier, Idaho. This was the absolute cutest campground out in the middle of nowhere. Literally, when the radio scans for a station for about 20+ minutes, its a bad sign.

Sunday, we spent the day and night with our friend Erica and her 7 week year old, Mason. He was the cutest, most well behaved newborn I have ever seen. We got a custom local driving tour around Jackson, to the ski resorts, the local Snake River Brewery and of course, the antler arches downtown. Marc got to sit in the back seat (the only place he could fit in a BMW) with Mason, looking the most uncomfortable I have ever seen him. I have now learned to trust a man when he says he is not a baby person.

And unfortunately the internet access here cant handle pictures so I will have to put them up at a later date..