Yellowstone Day 1 – Let The Shunning Commence

August 17th, 2010

First of all I need to say that I was pretty lukewarm about this trip to Yellowstone.  The CD and I went to Yellowstone, Grand Teton and Mount Rushmore fifteen years ago on our honeymoon and though it was a nice trip, I hesitated to go back because there are lots of other places to see, so why re-visit one to which I’ve already been? On the other hand – it’s Yellowstone! There’s no other place even remotely like it on the face of the earth and we have kids now and how can they possibly limp through the rest of their childhoods without seeing Old Faithful shoot off at least once? Besides, my husband and I are nothing if we ain’t determined to always take vacations that are harder than everyone else’s. Right before we left, I asked my husband to tell me exactly why we were going to Yellowstone.

“Why don’t we just go to the lake or rent a condo on a beach somewhere?” I said.   “It seems like we are always trying to impress someone with our vacations. Who exactly are we trying to impress and what do we get when we impress them enough and how do we know when we’ve reached the critical ‘impressed enough’ quota so we can go to the beach?”

He didn’t have an answer to my question.

It reminded me of when we were in Europe and after a couple of days of frantically marching from one side of London to the other and back again according to the frantic pace that my husband set,  I asked him a similar question.

“What is going on here?” I said, “Are we on a scavenger hunt with a million dollar prize at the end?”

He also did not answer that question either.

Which reminds me!

Yellowstone is kind of like visiting Europe.

There really aren’t very many Americans in the park.  Especially in the parts where you have to climb steep metal steps to get to a waterfall or climb the side of a mountain to see a waterfall or hike around a lake on a path that is strewn with huge boulders to see a waterfall.  Every path in Yellowstone eventually leads to a waterfall or to a geyser than will never go off while you are there.  But you will generally find only Europeans and Asians at the end of these arduous paths – and our family.  The rest of the Americans at Yellowstone are shopping in the gift shops or eating at the lodge cafeteria… or at Disneyland.

Is that the problem?

Is my husband simply a European?

Then why the hell am I living in Kansas!

It was especially hard to miss the hordes of French-speaking people who were crammed into every crack and crevasse in the park. Everywhere we went … more French people. “Hey!” I wanted to tell them, ” I went to your country last year!  Remember me? I was the one who wanted a French glass bottle of coke but you wouldn’t give me one because I ordered it at the bar instead of sitting at one of tables outside on the patio where every item on the menu mysteriously costs more? Remember?  Hey guess what! In America coke costs the same no matter where you sit. So maybe you should take that idea back with you to your country and stop being so mean to Americans when they try to speak your language and fail badly!  All I wanted was a coke!  A coke!  It’s not like I was asking for you to saw a piece off the Eiffel Tower and gift wrap it for me!”

But I didn’t say that.

I just smiled at them and listened to the music of their language and the pretty names of their children and remembered when we visited the Eiffel Tower and I watched all the Asians and Europeans and my sons and husband climb the stairs to the top while I hunted around for a gift shop and a cafeteria at the bottom.

As you may know, the Country Doctor and I have very different philosophies when it comes to vacations. When I think of a vacation, I think of sitting on a deck or perhaps a veranda with a beverage and a book, overlooking a beach or maybe a mountain or maybe a body of water. I eat food that others have prepared. I sleep in a bed that someone else has made. I pee in a toilet that someone else has cleaned. Only good food or great coffee or large glasses of booze will lure me from this spot.  There is no pop-up camper in my vacation picture and I am not cooking over a propane stove worrying that it is going to explode and wondering if the next campsite might possibly offer the thin luxury of a hot shower.

My husband views vacations as triathlons, disguised as dissertations, disguised as a climbs to the top of Mount Everest, disguised as relief work in Haiti, disguised as brain surgery, disguised as Rubik’s cubes, disguised as training for every event in the Olympics at the same time.  And then, in order to make my husband extra happy on vacation, we also have to pretend like we are poor.  Really, really poor.  Like we are homeless, and have only ninety five cents left in mama’s greasy paper sack hidden insider her grand-mammy’s thread bare quilt where all the babies was born.  Any type of purchase is regarded as a sign of weakness and results in a public shunning.

If my husband is happy on vacation, I am languishing near the point of death and if I am happy, the Country Doctor is hunting around for a razor blade so that he can slit his wrists.

Here is how it all played out…

We borrowed a friend’s pop-up camper for this little adventure.  It was nice to not have to sleep in a tent on the ground for seven days and I was able to comfort myself occasionally with the idea that a grizzly bear might have a harder time breaking into a pop-up and eating one of my kids as opposed to breaking into a tent and eating one of my kids.  But then I would look at the fabric walls surrounding my children while they slept in the pop-up and my comfort zone would rapidly deteriorate.

Crossing into Nebraska where the sign describes it as ‘The good life”.

Authentic Mexican cuisine in a little hole-in-the-wall cafe halfway through Nebraska. Good cheap food making both the CD and I both happy at the same time.

We drove all night to reach the Tetons starting out at around 2 p.m. in Kansas and arriving at our campsite in Wyoming around 7:30 a.m the next morning.  That’s eighteen hours of driving.  The Country Doctor was coming off  24 hours of call, so I drove almost the entire way.  I saw lots of elk and deer in the middle of the night in the mountains of Wyoming.  One of them was just standing in the middle of the road staring me down.  When I saw him I didn’t swerve the car, but kept it pointed straight towards the deer, slamming on the breaks managing to slow down just in time.  The deer watched me come to a halt and then moseyed off the highway as if he were disappointed that we all survived.  I kept seeing deer all night long in ones, twos and sometimes small groups wearing lots of leather, metal studs and covered in tatoos.  They were gathered around a keg in the ditch of the road.  Or maybe I was just hallucinating from having driven fourteen hours straight.   I slowed down to forty or fifty miles an hour wanting to be able to stop if one of those wild party deer decided to spring out in front of the van.  There were dark looming mountains piling up all around me and I was really hoping to watch the sun come up as I drove, but right as the light started to change from black to silvery gray, I knew I had to stop.  After fifteen hours of driving, I woke up the CD and he took over.  He got to see the sun come up in the mountains.  I fell asleep as soon as I sat down in the passenger’s seat and didn’t wake up until the CD was purchasing a pass from the ranger’s station into Grand Teton National Park.

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I really wanted to stay at the Jenny Lake campground in Grand Teton as it was my favorite stop during our honeymoon, but Jenny Lake is a ‘tent only’ campsite.  So we camped up the road at Signal Mountain which is also nice, but has a ‘lake vibe’ as opposed to a ‘mountain vibe’ and was filled with recreational vehicles that ran their generators off and on all day long.  It didn’t really matter though.  There’s no hanging out in the campground if you are on vacation with the Country Doctor.

After eighteen hours of driving and then setting up our campsite, we immediately headed to Jenny Lake for a hike.  I was anxious to see if it was as beautiful as I remembered.

It was…

We hiked around the lake.

The boys found Wyoming’s version of a bridge to nowhere.

The hike took a few hours and although it wasn’t a super hard hike, we were all pretty tired by the end.

Well – all of us except for the Country Doctor.

He wanted to hike back, but once I saw a sign that said we could catch the boat back across the lake, there was only one way I was getting back to camp.  And it wasn’t on foot sister.

Besides!  The boat offered an entirely different perspective of the Tetons!

So see!

It was a meaningful choice after all!

Next stop was the Jenny Lake store.

I had left both the bread and the coffee for our trip sitting on the kitchen counter at home as I was very concerned that the bread would get smooshed and wanted to pack it last and that the coffee would get lost and I can’t deal with lost coffee first thing in the morning.  Instead, I ended up leaving them both behind.  So I spent a few minutes shopping in this store.  I could have spent an hour.  In fact, I could have spent the entire vacation there.  I want to work there.  I want to be the coffee attendant at the Jenny Lake store.

So far this was turning out to be a fantastic vacation!  I had visited my favorite spot on our honeymoon.  I had hiked, but managed to ride a boat back and now I was shopping in a cute, woodsy camp store and clutching a cup of hot coffee to boot!  I love this vacation!  This is the best vacation ever!

These are the Grand Tetons as we drove back to our campsite.  Grand Tetons means big boobs.  A couple of French men came up with the name.

Those French people are all over this place!

We then went back to our campsite, had some lunch and took naps.

And for our evening’s entertainment we decided to drive into Yellowstone.

We walked around the West Thumb Geyser basin which is by far the prettiest of all the geothermal areas at the park.  It”s on the lake and there are some trees so it doesn’t feel quite so inhospitable and ‘died and gone to Hades’ like the other geothermal areas tend to do.

This is one of the famous fishing cones where fisherman ‘back in the day’ before Yellowstone was a huge tourist attraction, would stand and catch a fish in the lake and then turn around and boil their fish right on the line in the simmering water that is inside of the cone.  Those fisherman were clearly the Country Doctor’s ancestors.

Here is one of what seems like thousands of pretty hot pools of water colored by various minerals and bacteria that litter the landscape of Yellowstone.  Some of the bacteria that grow in these simmering pools only exist in that one particular pool.  They are found nowhere else on the face of the earth.  In fact there aren’t any geothermal features anywhere in the world that have been as well preserved and are therefore still producing interesting and useful organisms like those in Yellowstone.  This is probably because the geothermal features at Yellowstone have not been tampered with for commercial use.  Some of the bacteria they have found in Yellowstone hot pools have been used in the medical diagnosis of AIDS and forensic science such as DNA fingerprinting.

Then we drove to see Old Faithful.

When we arrived, people were already congregating waiting for the next eruption.

We joined them.

After watching Old Faithful we walked around Yellowstone Lodge a bit.

Jack bought a wolf in the Lodge gift shop.

We shunned him.

Then we drove over to Yellowstone Inn and inquired about dinner reservations.

We discovered that the only dinner slots left over the next three days at Yellowstone Inn were after 9:30 pm.

We bought the kids some ice cream instead.

The Country Doctor passed.

And then he shunned all of us.

And I bought an eight dollar plastic cup full of wine.

“Do I get a free refill?”  I asked the bartender.

She didn’t answer me.

I think she was French.

While my kids text-ed their friends back home, I drank my wine and soaked up the atmosphere in this beautiful old building and then we drove back to the campsite and ate sandwiches.  Except I didn’t eat anything.  I just went straight to bed.  I was so tired I couldn’t even summon the will to worry about bears breaking in to the pop-up and dragging one of my babies off for a midnight snack.  And that is pretty darned tired for me.

Comments

  • Kiara:

    Maybe the French speakers were from Canada, where we also have coke that costs the same no matter where you sit :)

  • Kay in KCMO:

    “Like we are homeless, and have only ninety five cents left in mama’s greasy paper sack hidden insider her grand-mammy’s thread bare quilt where all the babies was born.”

    Reading the above I snorted so loud I startled myself.

    Very glad that none of you were eaten by bears that clawed their way through the fabric walls of the pop-up and that the French didn’t try to sell you differently-priced Cokes. Or was it the French who could’ve clawed their way into the pop-up and the bears didn’t sell you differently-priced Cokes?

    Great story and great pics. Looking forward to Day Two when, no doubt, the CD will go tramping off, completely ignoring all the Jane Austen-related sites at Yellowstone.

  • Christine from Canada:

    I’m reading this and thinking — no, make that KNOWING — that you have come home from many a vacation not satisfied and, probably, a tad miffed.

    I, too, would love nothing more than to R.E.L.A.X. But, no. I have a husband who commandeers the vacation, which is usually comprised of going to a big city somewhere and then walking quickly from store to store. (At 6 ft. 3 in. he is over a foot taller than me, so this is not only a cardio challenge, but a mental workout, too: with every loping step I’m trying to figure out a way to scare the living shit out of him and duck into a storefront, wondering how long it would take for him to miss me.)

    Yeah. My friends all laugh when I recount these stories. Good times.

    • Martha in Kansas:

      This reminded me of a guy I dated who walked very fast and paid no attention to me, assuming I was with him. So I once ducked into a store doorway, just as an experiment. He got an entire block before he realized I was not there. And then he stood there clueless as to where I could have gone. It took him considerable time to find me. The relationship didn’t last long.

  • Samantha:

    I loved this! Thanks for sharing the WONDERFUL pics and info of your trip and being so doggone entertaining (as usual) Your posts never disappoint……such truth!

  • km:

    I loved the line about the deer having a keg party.
    Rechelle, your boys are such good looking fellas !!!
    My solution to Indiana Jones’ penchant for torture is to have you dictate the holiday/vacation every other year. Rechelle’s RandR year and CD’s week of torturous inhumanity/ adventures the following year. As with all marriages…compromise. That, or seperate vacas.
    That’s my prescription.

  • susan:

    you know what I love about you Rechelle is your honesty liberally laced with such humor. I laughed so often reading this and am so glad you have returned. I think your followers really appreciate that you are real….not candy coated PW.

    I guess its that ying and yang that draws us to our spouses, but what demons are pushing cd I ask rhetorically? It can be difficult living with “those” that tsk tsk a little to often. Been there honey.

  • LucyJoy:

    We do go “camping” in luxury – we have a 40′ motor home, but I only run the generator when I’m drying my hair…My husband snorts at me ’cause I say I’m not really on vacation because I still have to cook, clean, make the bed…etc….Yeah, I know. I’m spoiled. But, like you, I’d love to be poolside with a good book & a tanned cabana boy who brings me cocktails…

  • km:

    for the record I have never, never ever camped. I don’t see the point.

  • Mindy:

    Wow, it looks so pretty.

    We tent-camp because we are poor. If we want to get away, it’s either that, or drive to relatives’ houses. I’m not fond of my relatives. I like just sitting around the fire, roasting marshmallows and making smores. It’s one of life’s simple pleasures. Mmm, marshmallows.

    My dad is like CD. It’s like they don’t know how to relax and take in the scenery. Everything must be planned and heaven forbid anything happen that isn’t on the itinerary. Yes, he made itineraries. I prefer my mom’s “mosey about and see what happens” vacations.

    • Rechelle:

      S’mores! Yum!

      • S’mores are really, REALLY good if you make them with a Reese’s Peanut Butter patty. I know the s’mores purists scoff at this, but they don’t know what they’re scoffing at. It’s good!

        Sounds like despite the shunning, you had a good vacation. I mean, you all didn’t get eaten by bears, right?

      • susan:

        But wouldnt you be shunned if you ate those babies?!

        • LucyJoy:

          Yum…we’re going camping this week-end…I’m bringing Reese’s for the S’mores!

  • Everytime I read a post that has to do with you describing the CD, I brace myself for rib-busting laughter. You didn’t disappoint. I needed a good laugh today, my kids abandoned me for educational purposes. Do some of your kids favor your idea of a vacation over the CD’s?

    • Rechelle:

      Amy – They all side with me and they would much prefer a beach or an amusement park. But they are pretty good at tolerating their dad’s cerebral vacations and they have gotten to see some interesting things. While we were there we saw a lot of park rangers and discussed that job which is not one that you might consider if you grow up in Kansas – so perhaps their minds expand a bit along with the immense suffering.

  • Kristin:

    Love love love your vacation stories. Just sorry you have to suffer so to entertain us. We tent camp & love it. We never bring food, toothpaste, deodorant (or really anything stinky besides ourselves) into our tent because of bears. Just curious….was the food in the pop up?

    • km:

      Dear Kristin, you are making me even surer that I will never camp

      • Kristin:

        You can camp where there are no bears…just mini-bears (raccoons, skunks, etc).

        • km:

          you should write travel brochures:) Great place, no bears, just skunks……………:)

    • Rechelle:

      We put the food in the bear box and in the van. I was not taking any chances, but I didn’t think about toothpaste, etc…

      • Kristin:

        Whew…glad to hear that the food was in the bear box & van.

  • Liesl:

    I love this vacation tale.

    My theory is; Camping is the reason hotels were invented!
    I too recommend taking turns planning the vacations.

  • Jo:

    I really enjoyed your post. Great photos!

    I’m curious have you ever discussed the separate vacation idea with the CD?

  • Deb C.:

    I love to hear about your family vacations – very funny stuff. Great pics, I think I can cross it off my list. I’m not overly fond of bears. We have friends who have a vacation home in Alaska and they have invited us with the lure of “seeing a bear”. An up close and personal with a bear is not on my itinerary at all. We have bears in Maine, but not near where we live. My husband was on a fishing trip in northern Maine and they came across a dead baby bear just off the path. They didn’t hang around to see if Mommy Bear was close by.

  • Rechelle, this post is one of your classics. Too too too funny…love it!

  • Diane:

    Glad Jack wasn’t intimidated by a shunning.

  • Michelle Z.:

    Ah, I see that we married the same man. I don’t even call them “vacations” anymore. I call them “(fill in our last name) Death Marches”.

    In the beginning, I could be tricked into believing that we were just going for a “walk”, but now I know that if I agree to leave our campsite/hotel/rental for any reason, I will not see it again for 12 hours or 100 miles of walking, whichever happens first.

    But his whole family is that way. I blame their German heritage.

  • Kathy J:

    Oh honey – you took the vacation we took when I was about 13. My Mom called our borrowed camper hell on wheels – we froze in the Tetons, my Dad backed the camper into a tree in Wyoming. We went to Yellowstone – WAY back in the day when there were not so many people there. I remember it being nice but I also remember being glad when we camped a night at Ft Robinson NE where we spent some time warming up – if you can believe that.

    My mother never went camping again so there is a precedent already set for you to hang out near a beach front condo with beverages!

  • We traveled to Yellowstone in our 5th wheel camper 5 years ago. I love the place. When our kids move out, I plan to spend an entire summer as a volunteer.

    The picture of your son with the wolf reminded me of the wolf toy we bought our youngest son. I waited until the last day to take a family picture in front of the Yellowstone Entrance Sign. We were tired, hungry, and more than a little grumpy. No one but me is smiling in the picture. We did have a great time and I don’t think the boys will ever forget our trip. Good times….

  • Liz:

    I can really relate to your issues with “vacations at warp speed”, but I do like camping. A quarter century ago, we did the Tetons/Yellowstone family camping trip, but lucked out with getting the best campsite at the Lizard Creek campground on the north end of the Tetons. Nothing but a gravel road between us and Jenny Lake and the mountains. We used it as headquarters, and it was so relaxing to come back to from day trips into Yellowstone. If there is a next time, try it! Love your stories about the trip! Have you recovered yet?