Date: Sun, 29 Jun 1997 20:05:49 -0800
From: Charlie Ford <cford@mindspring.com>
Subject: Crater's to Yellowstone

I woke up very early on Friday morning at Craters of the Moon.  The
monument had a really glowing dark look about it under the full moon.  I
looked at my watch and it read 5:00 AM.  Damn, I hadn't been up this early
in ages.  Because I have been in Seattle so long I had started to take root
in my bed.

I decided to stay up although the bed did look very tempting.  I checked my
oil and fixed me a cup of coffee with the new 12 V water heater thing I
bought on my way across Idaho.  It works really well and all you do is plug
it in to the lighter and put it in the cup of water.  In five minutes or so
you have steaming water to call your own and do what you will with.  (this
commercial message brought to you by KRUD Radio)  : )

I started the bus and headed out into the darkness.  The road was totally
empty except for a few coyotes and rabbits that were getting an early
start.  either that or they were finishing quite late.  Nevertheless it was
a good cool morning to be running around, animal or human.

I stopped in the little town of Arco.  This little city is the first city
in the world to be powered by nuclear energy.  hmmm.... I wandered what
that mysterious glow across the desert was).  Just outside of town you see
a small building about the size of a small factory.  That is the reactor.
It sits in the middle of nowhere just like it should.

Today's goal or destination is Yellowstone National Park in the extreme
northwest corner of Wyoming.  I have always wanted to go here since
childhood.  When I was a child I thought that this was where Smokey the
Bear lived.  I knew that Yogi and Boo Boo lived in Jellystone, but Smokey
"the real bear", so real that he worked for the forest service, lived in
Yellowstone.

The terrain I passed through to get there was not bad at all.  the inclines
were slight and the road was smooth.  I drove and watched the houses farms
and fields ease by my window.

About ten miles outside of West Yellowstone "the city", I started hitting a
third gear type grade.  I had no problem making the incline at all.  The
Mothership was firing on all four and I shifted to third and added light
throttle.  of course Fords, Chevy's, dodges, and Ramblers passed me at
blazing speed, but I just smiled and waved as they passed.  I saw two of
them pulled on down the road by the County Mounty's so I just smiled and
waved as I passed.  It is truly a pleasure to pass someone in a VW bus.
Even if they are sitting still, at least you know your moving forward in
class.

Finally after about three hours drive and three cups of coffee heated by my
mighty 12V water heater, I made it to Yellowstone.  At least the gate
anyway.  I went in and ask the guy where the hell I was.  He laughed and
said he knew exactly what I meant.  I think he meant that this part of
Idaho was next to nowhere.  I told him that nowhere is where I wanted to
be.

I paid my $20.00 outrageous fee and picked me up some maps and headed back
out to my bus.  In the parking lot and surrounding region there must have
been twenty million RV's.  All of them were filled with the smiling faces
of folks with all sorts of things on their mind.  They were on vacation but
I am sure most of them had cellular phones and dishwashers and cable TV.  I
scanned my maps, cranked the Mothership and proceeded to find gas before
entering the park.

gas in this part of the country either comes at a bargain or a premium.
The price can vary .20 cents over the distance of 20 miles.  I have found
that most of the time the closer you get to a place that there is more
traffic, the higher the price is.  Here at Yellowstone it was $1.54 cents a
gallon.  Down the road 50 miles I was buying it for $1.18 a gallon.  I
think greed has something to do with this phenomena of modern business
practice.  I put in ten dollars worth and hit the road, making sure I
commented on how proud these folks were of their gas to the store counter
help.  He smiled and said "come again".  I think he may have been the owner
of the store.

I headed toward the gate where you enter this marvel of modern nature.  I
drove up and stuck my little yellow slip of paper out the window so the
girl inside the booth could verify that I had paid my dues to be here.
She, like the others smiled and waved me on through.

I was proud to be here.  I immediately entered into the wilderness with all
the other touring fools that had gone through he gate before me.  We drove
along the road that had a posted speed limit of 35 mph, yet no one really
saw it and our little convoy of cars proceeded along at 45.  Hey, we were
all just to busy looking at "nature" to be interested in any speed limit
sign.

the fire of the 80's really did Yellowstone a job.  The forest that once
stood tall and thick now lay thin and withering on the ground.  the most
promising site is the new growth that has sprouted and reached the fine
ensuring height of 8 feet or so.  I believe that in twenty years this park
will once again be at the stage of beauty it once was.  Now someone
traveling through the park, or at least the part that burned, will have to
imagine what it once looked like, or somehow find beauty in the re-birth
that is taking place even as we speak.  it truly is a beautiful park to
behold.

I rolled about twenty miles up the northwest road to Norris geyser Basin
campground.  I turned into the little road that takes you by the Rangers
Museum and then into the campground itself.  I turned and went down loop A
which is the first loop for those of you that may have not figured this out
yet.

I drove along slowly and rounded this little corner and lo and behold,
there sat a 91 westy.  I am very partial to air-cooled but what the hell,
it was a Volkswagen.  I pulled up along side and ask if they were coming or
going.  The gentleman packing stuff in the car answered that they were
leaving.  he told me "go on up and fill out your paper work.  By the time
you get back we will be ready to pull out and you can have this spot.  I
looked it over and upon realizing that it sat right on the creek and had a
great view of the meadow that this would be perfect.  I went down and
signed my name on the dotted line, leaving my $11.00 in the envelope.

I went back to the site and sat and talked to the folks that had been so
nice to me.  The guy said they were from Jersey and had come out here on
vacation.  They had been traveling about two weeks and had camped each
night in the westy.  he said they were having a great time.  I am not sure
that was the opinion of the wife, she seemed to be working quite hard
keeping the two kids in line.  I do know that he had been fishing with the
young boy when I had arrived the first time so I figured she had just been
away from home just long enough to miss it and for that "missing it" to
become annoying.

They left after a little while and I pulled in.  I found that the bus had a
slight lean to it so I took out the trusty Bilstein Jack and jacked up the
corner that had the lean.  I then grabbed my jack stand and placed it
carefully under the car.  I let the jack down and seated myself in a very
level Mothership.  I stared out on the meadow and listen to the birds for a
while.  The days traveling had been done and tomorrow was another day.

That evening I saw a bear, a grizzly bear.  he was far enough away for me
to remain safe, and he was close enough to peer at through my binoculars.
he and I both had a great time doing what we were doing.   I had a buffalo
and three elk walk right through my camp.  I had seen the signs early on of
a bunch of wildlife, but I did not realize it would be so close.  it was as
if the parks service had certain animals on salary or something.  They just
seemed to graze around like people weren't even close.

The buffalo that came through was really interesting.  He had to weigh
upwards of 2000 lbs. and when he walked he just sort of lumbered along.  I
read at the campground bulletin board that this animal could spring up to
30 miles an hour from a dead still start.  his front was full and muscular
but his butt was small and lean.  I know now what people are referring to
when they say "buffalo butt".  They don't say it about me because I have no
butt, I lost it in the war I was never in.

That night I fell asleep in peaceful bliss.  I dreamed of an old girlfriend
from Georgia that I never quite got out of my mind and woke up the next
morning wandering why I would dream of her.  I summarized that it was just
another thing I could unravel while driving.  it would give me something to
think about in days to come.

Thanks for tolerating my rambling's.

Charlie Ford




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