Day 13 – Travel as I Have Envisioned It Could Be.
The drive along US 189 is an easy drive, that roughly follows the Green River. We stopped several times at historic markers and learned a little about the history of the area. Apparently, this area was one of the routes of settlers from the east took to get to the west coast. It was not an easy route, and many people perished along the way.
This became the first of our two most disappointing days of the whole trip. Although the day started out nice as we left Kemmerer, the weather gradually deteriorated
to a low overcast and constant rain as we approached Jackson Hole, Wyoming. We had hoped to stop here for a while, but the combination of traffic, lousy weather, and no immediate place to temporarily park the truck-trailer combo discouraged us. The weather had also slowed traffic, meaning it would push back our arrival at the next camp ground if we stopped for any length of time.
We continued on toward the Grand Tetons. Although the rain subsided, the clouds remained low, obscuring most of the mountains. We stopped at several pull-overs in the park, but never got any view of the mountains. We elected to go on to our next campground and hope for better weather the next day.
Fireside Campground had been recommended to us by one of Peggy’s Sisters-On-The-Fly friends, who also happened to be staying there. This is an older, well established campground in Moran, Wyoming, just five miles from the entrance to the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone. They tell me it used to be a KOA campground, but is now independently owned and operated. Camper sites have full hookup. There are also tent campsites available. We arranged for three nights to allow ourselves a couple of days in the area, including Yellowstone.
Our plan was to go back to the Grand Tetons the next day, hoping that the weather would clear. This became our second disappointing day. The low clouds did not lift. Still, we went to the Grand Tetons Visitors Center and explored much of the park–just, again, without any clear view of the mountains. We had lunch and one of the lodges in the park where I was introduced to a bison burger, which was quite good, and also introduced to a brown ale called Moose Drool. I mean, how can you refuse to try a beer call Moose Drool. I know now that it is not my favorite brown ale.
While driving through the park, we did encounter a female elk–preparing to cross the road just as we approached. She stopped. The situation was not good for a photo. We saw what we could and headed back to camp. See the photo gallery.
We used the camp time to catch up on postcards and laundry.
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