Bear Tooth Pass…
The other day was supposed to be really hot, so we decided to drive out of the park, along scenic Beartooth Pass Highway, which took us out of Wyoming and into the high elevations of Montana.
After passing two small resort towns, we headed higher into the hills. As we got above the tree line, we could see the evidence of the winter snow depth. If this much snow is left in June…..wow.
The views included mountains all around us, and numerous Alpine lakes, most of which still had ice covering them.
The mountain peaked at about 11,000 feet, and soon thereafter we decided we had gone far enough, and were about to turn around, when we came across a ski lift! Pretty much out in the middle of nowhere!
Being at such a high elevation, the sun was nice and warm, and the temperature was cool, but not cold, so we hung around to watch for a bit, and were totally entertained watching the skiers make the jumps. (the little dot on the edge of the cornice is a skier about to make the jump).
Unfortunately one of the skiers fell, and slid all the way down the rocks that were sticking out of the course, so we waited until the ski patrol took him out on the sled. We did watch him walk away in the end, so although he was hurt, it wasn’t too bad.
Once the excitement was over, we drove back down the the hill the way we came, and when we got down in the valley, we were surprised to find the temperature was 90 degrees. We made a good choice to head to the snow!
West Yellowstone-
After touring the house, we walked the property and of course Paul had to point out the old Outhouse! Luckily they’ve had indoor plumbing for quite some time!
In the early days, the cabin had no electricity or running water and one of Paul’s fond memories was driving out with his grandfather to a nearby spring to fill tubs with water for use at the cabin.
It took us a little while to find it, but we did find the spring, which is still in use today. In fact, while we filled our water bottle, we chatted with a man who showed up with his two sons to fill numerous water containers. His family still owns their cabin in the hills and he still gets all his water at this spring!
Ah, the memories. Dave's parents had a hunting cabin in the north woods of Minnesota. They had electricity but no running water. We drove to the nearby spring to fetch water and had to build our own out. (No house needed in the woods.)
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