Heading for Yellowstone part of my inner child was hoping for a glimpse of Yogi bear but as he is a cartoon my chances were pretty non existent! But apparently the reality of an encounter with a live bear was more likely hence the need to undergoing ‘bear attack training’ on a cold rainy morning in the Rangers Office.
I guess we had seen the bear spray & read that such creatures room wild but the prospect of entering an area in which potentially we could meet one was a slightly unnerving prospect.
We listened intently and went off slightly bemused as to the likely hood of meeting a one of Yogi’s less friendly cousins & encountering snow. It was August so was the weather warning & bear stories designed to scare the tourists?
Turns out probably not as we ended up performing a multiple point turn on an alpine road as the snow came in horizontally. Thankfully (as I had to get out to ensure safe reversing) we did not need to put our new defensive skills to the test. Note to self though that the Ranger in deed was a wise man & to have ignored his warnings would have been foolhardy in the extreme.
Having altered our sight seeing plans due to the inclement weather we stopped to take in the scenery at a lower level and were rewarded with slightly less rain and some amazing views of the hot springs and slightly strange topography unique to the area.
We left the park and caught sight of some of the other interesting animals that live in the vicinity before heading to downtown Yellowstone for a meal. Whilst dodging the showers with our newly acquired plastic ponchos we spied a gun shop where for a few dollars you could pick a weapon & have a go.
My buddy had previously declared a desire to have try firing a gun so without much encouragement we found ourselves in the shop agonising over the choice of hardware.
I had previously been clay pigeon shooting with a shot gun, which hadn’t been the most enjoyable experience so I was a little nervous about this. Still we selected a handgun and followed the instructor into the range for a safety briefing.
Taking in turns we fired off the rounds and collect our target papers that bore the evidence of our labours. If eyes were initially rolled by the two young men in the gun shop at the sight of two middle aged women when we first wandered they did offer some grudging respect when on inspection of the targets we had actually peppered them quite accurately!
Clutching our paper prizes we entered the restaurant where we were able to sample meals that contained elk & bison & finished with some blueberry pie. We were stuffed but happy as we drove back to the campsite having ticked off several firsts all in a day.
Our jubilation was short lived though as the next day Bertha developed what could be politely referred to as ‘digestive problems’ & the humour of two Endoscopy nurses having to give the bus what amounted to an enema was not lost on us. Armed with the ‘book of words’ we prepared for the procedure but we were finally aided by two chaps (to whom we remain eternally grateful) that ensured we didn’t spray the contents of Berthas plumbing over ourselves & surrounding area.
With Bertha sorted we hit the road and prepared to ‘head for the hills’ as it were with the prospect of catching a peek at the Grand Tetons.