Yellowstone National Park

Going to the Yellowstone National Park from Bozeman is like going to the Black Forest from Stuttgart. Its a day trip – no big deal. Sure enough, my host Mike told me on my first day that “we are going to Yellowstone tomorrow – pack your dress”. I wasn’t really emotionally ready to go to Yellowstone on my second day in Bozeman, but there we went – with my dress packed in the big cooler on the back of the truck because the truck was full of people.

We drove down to the western entrance of the park, shortly after which we reached the border to Wyoming. Soon, we saw the first herds of bison and deer, which I got all excited about (this excitement calms down a little bit once you’ve seen them every 10 minutes) – it is just beautiful to see animals in their natural wild habitat!

Unfortunately, the Norris Geysir Basin was closed, but we headed onwards to the picturesque Artist point, where we hiked down to the upper and lower falls – both absolutely spectacular panoramas of a landscape like I had never seen before!

After our lunch in Fishing Brigde on the Yellowstone Lake we headed north again toward the famous northern entrance gate. On the road we stoped by a very cool petrified tree as well as the Mammoth Hot Springs, which seem to not from this world – the dead trees on the white grounds seemed like a combination of the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia and the Deadvlei in Namibia.

Sometimes, it’s all about timing. When we arrived at the north entrance of the Yellowstone Park in Gardiner (back in Montana), the sun was about to set. We got the cooler of the back of the truck and I started to get dressed – I had been wearing a tank top and sport pants all day to be able to just “throw the dress on top”. So there I was – standing next to the truck putting on my 1880’s outfit. By the time I was dressed, the sun had set a little more and people had miraculously left. The famous Roosevelt arch (built in 1903), reminds of the purpose of the first national park: “For the Benefit and Enjoyment of the People.”. I stood awestruck in front of it, remembering that Otto had already mentioned the park and its Geysirs, even though he never visited the park. We took some beautiful pictures at the gate and headed home after a long and amazing day!

Entering Yellowstone via the Beartooth Highway

The second time I went to Yellowstone (like I said, it’s like a trip to the Black Forest from Stuttgart!), my friends Ursula (originally from Stuttgart) and Laura took me on an epic roadtrip via the stunning Beartooth Highway to Yellowstone – at the end of the day we had driven over 400 Miles! On the road, we experienced all kinds of adventures: We saw mountain goats and even found a snow patch to ski on!

This time, we entered the park via the north-east entrance and drove down to the Norris Geysir Basin – which was another landscape not from this world – and breathtaking despite the rain.

We continued to the most famous geysir: Old Faithful, where we witnessed the erruption – hot water was shot high up in the air, creating a wall of steam – and the water came running down like lava from a vulcano. After about 45 seconds, the show was over and only a little bit of steam came out of Old Faithful.

Our last stop on the tour was the Midway Geysir Basin with the famous Grand Prismatic Spring – huge and super colourful! On our way home we witnessed just another amazing montanan sunset!

Trying to put it into simple words: The wild west is absolutely stunningly beautiful.

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