Buffalo, WY to (Yellowstone) Gardiner, MT

Woke up to the sun, grabbed us some coffee, and we headed out. Wyoming is yet another wide open, luxuriously beautiful state. More rock, less grass, becoming more untamed feeling than any place yet (besides, perhaps the Badlands). It's the kind of wild openness that gives me the butterflies stomach ache. I love it. We pulled in to Yellowstone National Park in the early day and headed right for Old Faithful. As Adam tried to convince one of his friends that "yes, I really did just head out to the west coast with some girl..." we prepared for the geyser. It shot upward with a spray and was greeted with the crowds murmurs of approval:) We drove all through the park and finally decided we should stop taking multiple mini hikes all over and actually go find a place to camp. Well, common sense isn't always my forte. Neither is thinking ahead. Alas, everywhere in the park was FULL. So we made a few more pit stops - checking out bubbling, sulphur springs and a petrified redwood tree. And then drove right on out of the park into Gardiner, MT. After a quick meal and some local beer (Moose Drool Porter... not as bad as it might sound) we parked with a great view of the park mountains and slept off the long drive.