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No Bears but Bison & Blueberry Pie


Just passing by

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?

Snow – August!!

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.

blup,blup,blup

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.

bang bang – target practice

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.

shared as portion massive but yummy

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.

We Got to San Francisco with no flowers in our hair!


When I tweeted that I gave my age away a bit as not many got the reference so I hesitated to use it again – but oh well. We stayed at an rv park that had once had a shuttle into the city but when we got there that was no longer running so we took a drive to the Larkspur ferry port instead. This was fun as we whizzed across the bay, past Alcatraz to the terminal buildings.

  My daughter had been into the port before so was able to lead me to the famous Pier 39 where we visited the Biscotti shop amongst others and looked at the seals.

seals

From there we took a trolley ride having sorted ourselves a Clipper card which got us discounted travel (which included the ferry which I wished we had found out sooner). Still we got off and had a walk around the park having decided that we would return the following day to explore further.          

What happens in Vegas..


Hitting Vegas in the dark as we enjoyed sipping tea in Santa Clarita for too long was possibly a blessing as the roads were deserted as we crept into the rv site.

A shuttle bus ran us in to the strip which avoided the nightmare of taking the van which meant we could relax and have fun. For those who have not been this place is a barmy as it is made out to be and the noise and bustle is breathtaking.

We walked literally for miles just wondering in and out of the seemingly endless casinos and shopping malls all overing tempting means of parting you with your cash on frivolous things. I admit to succumbing to the cupcake ATM which delivered me the most delicious chocolate cake & we took the heady decision to gamble 10$ and came out with 11$.  I  promptly bet the 1$ and lost and at that point we decided to quit while we were still even!

I confess to having a bit of a thing about viewing cities from a height and Vegas was no different so up we went into the sky in a glass pod that gave us a fantastic panorama of the place. It helped us gain our bearings as we had a date with Magic Mike at the Hard Rock Casino and wanted to be able to find our way there. Not entirely sure whether it makes me a good or bad mother but having one of the performers come over and perform a sort of lap dance to us both probably ranks as one of the strangest mother and daughter experiences we have had. Not one I would ever could imagine occurring with my own mother!! Reeling with giggles we left not sure if it was the cocktails or the dancing – possibly a mixture of both but with the sense that probably best that the details stayed in Vegas!!