Life on the road can be chaotic. Between keeping up with homework, daily exploration hikes and bike rides and trying to see as much as we could at each destination, we found it a challenge to also keep up with our blog. Speaking for Girl, I’m positive she had an extremely memorable and epic journey through our land. I know she has been dying to share some of her Yellowstone photos that she took. If you are ever hanging out with her, or get her on the phone or Facetime, she would be thrilled to tell you some of her favorite stories from our trip.
Our apologies for our weeks of silence! After we left Yellowstone, it appeared the nasty weather was planning on following us East. We were desperate for sun and warmth so we decided to head Southwest to meet up with some good friends from Durango in Moab, UT. We passed through Boulder on our way, it was cold and rainy here too, but we managed to dry out a little bit and regroup at our house while dreaming of the desert sun.
We left in an early morning rainstorm which quickly turned to ice and snow as we crept along I-70 and through the tunnel. After a harrowing start to the drive, we finally saw blue skies in Eagle that morning, the first in 13 days! The Aspens were bursting with color, the sun was shining and we were ecstatic to finally have the wipers off.
Moab was a blast! It was nice to hang out and relax after our incredible Yellowstone tour. We had great company, Girl had a posse’ of kids to play with and we had a great campsite, great riding, great hiking and great weather (except for the back to back lightening filled torrential downpours). We finally caught the sun and just in time to celebrate Gal’s birthday under the desert stars.
With the many leaking issues with our tent and truck shell coupled with the never ending rain, we made the executive decision to halt the camping. We didn’t want to give up on our plans to check out Niagara Falls and visit some awesome friends in PA. So, we booked some cheap plane tickets to Buffalo, NY, rented a car and drove across the border. As a special treat for Girl, we booked 2 nights at the Great Wolf Lodge in Ontario, Canada. This place was amazing. It was like Vegas for kids! We were all thoroughly entertained and we were able to visit Niagara Falls on a beautiful, sunny day.
Niagara Falls is one of those places that you see photos and videos of, but once you see it in person you realize the photos don’t do it justice. It’s spectacular and truly a sight to be seen. The pure power of that amount of water is mesmerizing and humbling.
Even though we were done driving, we drove another 415 miles to Warrington, PA to stay with our super rad friends Josh, Jen and Tayler. We took a side trip to NYC by train (we took truck, car, ferry, canoe, boat, train, plane, bike and of course feet on our journey) and stayed a night in the city to show Girl what is was all about. We ate delicious food, played in Central Park, walked to Times Square and saw Aladdin on Broadway (I think we may have sat on the roof) and took a really fun New York Media Boat tour on the Hudson. We zipped around for an hour and a half stopping at over 40 NY sites. The weather was unseasonably warm and our guide was really fun and knowledgeable. Girl was super stoked to see the Statue of Liberty and ride up front catching the waves. Gal almost always gets seasick but didn’t have any problems on this tour. No fighting the masses or craning your neck to see a site. If you are ever in New York and want to see as much as you can of the beautiful city, we highly recommend this small boat adventure!
We had a great weekend with our friends in PA. We spent time in the quaint town of New Hope, toured Washington’s Crossing and sampled delicious local brews. Girl was anxious to get back to school. We got home Monday night and she was awake at 6:30 am on Tuesday dressed and ready to go.
While our journey may not have had all the camping and driving we originally set out to do, we realized the importance of fluidity and the ability to be flexible. We had an incredible journey nonetheless, we changed many plans along the way and saw some of the most beautiful sites in the world. We would strongly encourage anybody reading this to check out the treasures our own country possesses. The United States is full of magic and wonder and it is very much worth exploring.
To our friends in the South: Don’t worry! We plan on visiting your neck of the woods soon. Right now though, it’s nice to be home visiting our favorite trails, watching the leaves change, getting ready for ski and ride season and pondering our next route and adventure. Cheers and happy exploring!
When we left Jeremy and Angela’s we set off for Yellowstone. We had planned to camp on the West side near Earthquake Lake, but the weather was still against us. With high temps hovering around the 30’s and lows into the teens with snow, we had to come up with another option. As adventurous as I claim to be, there is no way I would want to be tent camping in that kind of weather and definitely no way I would subject Gal, Girl and Dog to that either. We found a great spot at the North entrance in Gardiner, MT called Yellowstone Gateway Inn. They have 1 bedroom apartments with full kitchens and pull out sofa bed’s. The space was great, the location was fantastic, just 1 mile to the North entrance of Yellowstone. I drove through a small portion of the Southern part of the park about 2 decades ago, but have never really experienced Yellowstone before. What an experience we had!
We set out for a tour early Friday morning with 2″ of fresh snow on the ground at our Inn. It turned out that most of the roads in Yellowstone were closed as the higher passes had received a foot plus and over 2 feet of snow in some spots! We took in some sites, saw a lot of Elk and found ourselves at Chico Hot Springs to swim and soak while the weather did its best to clear. Later that afternoon we set off back into the park and we had great timing. We saw our first wild Bison, then hundreds more! You see the photos and hear the stories but to see these massive animals mere feet from your vehicle or to stumble across one staring at you on a quick jaunt from the truck is mind blowing. We really enjoyed stopping to watch them graze, crossing rivers, tearing up grass from under the snow and driving right by them on the road.
We headed up towards Tower Falls and got out of the truck to a small group of people pointing down a hillside. I went to check it out and there it was, our first black bear! She was foraging, eating the plethora of berries and munching on what seemed to be everything within her reach. She could care less about us watching her and appeared to be delighted with her feast. After watching her for a while, we drove on forgetting about the waterfall. We circled back to catch a glimpse of Tower Falls and left Girl in the truck as she wanted to do some of her schoolwork. The falls were only 200 yards away and as Gal and I headed up, we were cut off by a group of female Bighorns and their calves. They looked hesitant and kept looking back where sure enough that same black bear was there climbing the hill. Before we knew it, she was sauntering along right in front of our truck where Girl was inside! She stopped and munched on the Rosehips mere feet from where Girl was sitting and then moseyed along across the road to destroy a small Aspen and more Rosehip. Living in Boulder, CO one would think we were accustomed to seeing black bears, but after living here for 21 years, I have only seen 3 and all from quite a distance. This was such a treat and there were only about a dozen other people there with us for the experience.
The next day we headed back into the park to see what we could find. We had geyser’s on our mind and the plan was to get to Old Faithful. Not too far into our drive, we saw the familiar horde of people stopped roadside so naturally we stopped to see what was going on. Off in the distance, we spotted our second black bear! We watched for a bit, realizing we were too far away for any decent photos and honestly wanting to get away from the crowd of people. We drove on seeing more Bison, Elk and Pronghorn along the way. We stopped to watch a lone Coyote hunting, and succeeding, in the snow with a herd of Bison and stopped again roadside to see our 3rd black bear! This one was a bit closer but on a hillside partially hidden behind a tree. Again, with a lot of people and a ranger coming through hollering at people not to stop on the road, we got back into the truck and moved on.
We checked out Lower Falls and Grand Canyon of Yellowstone and finally got some sunshine. This was the first sun we had seen in nearly a week. These areas were gorgeous, but thoroughly crowded, so we moved on and stopped at Norris Geyser Basin. We were treated to a little more sunshine and a really incredible hike with geysers spouting off all around us. The colors and landscape were like out of a Dr. Seuss book and by the time we got back to the truck, we were tired and hungry and decided the trip to Old Faithful seemed a bit tedious especially after all the driving we had already done. As much as we wanted to see it, the magic of Norris Geyser Basin satisfied our souls.
We started to head back up and over the snowy and a bit sketchy Dunraven Pass when it happened. The thing I had been wanting to see most in Montana and Yellowstone careened down a slope right as we were driving by, causing it to skid to a snowy stop 10 feet from us and leap back into the woods…a male Grizzly Bear! I saw it right away as it came out the trees and skidded to a stop. As luck would have it, we were right at a pullout and there was absolutely nobody else around. I jumped out of the truck with my camera in hand. In hindsight this was probably the dumbest thing I could have done. He saw me instantly with deadlocked eyes on mine and came walking forward towards me through the trees.
We were close, far too close for comfort, but he literally nearly landed in our laps. I scurried back around to the drivers side of the truck, trying to catch my breath and keep my hands from shaking while keeping my eyes on this majestic beast. The moment I disappeared from his view, he put his nose to the ground and came out of the trees into a clearing.
I crept back towards to rear of the truck with my camera to my face and watched him through my lens from about 50 feet away. It was challenging to shoot with the adrenaline surging through my veins. When he saw me again he stared directly at me with his nose to the ground. I crept another foot or two closer and then he jumped up on hind legs snarling, batted his baseball glove sized paws at me and lurched forward with a pounce sending snow flying up and leaving me crippled with fear completely exposed behind the truck (check out Girls post for her incredible shot and take on this epic event).
All the while Gal and Girl were shooting photos from inside the truck, thankfully, and now the people that were not present for the past 20-30 seconds started to show up to marvel at what we saw, which caused this magnificent beast to dart back into the woods. I honestly did not really notice the all the people. I did not make eye contact or talk to anyone about the once in a lifetime (to us anyways) experience we had just witnessed and got back into the truck and continued up the pass. I pulled back over about a 1/4 mile away as I was still shaking and in shock and awe of what had just happened.
All in all, Yellowstone was the highlight thus far of our trip. Despite not being able to camp in Yellowstone due to weather I am so happy and fortunate to have been able to share such an incredible journey through this magical place with my family. Liv is one lucky Girl to have seen the plethora of wildlife and beauty in this park during such an incredible time of the year when these creatures are preparing for the months of harsh winter ahead.
From the moment we got off the Washington State Ferry from Orcas Island and started heading East towards Idaho, we were met with continuous rain. Continuous rain and much colder temperatures. We pulled into Coeur d’Alene, ID, where we were planning on a hotel night before heading to Glacier National Park. We got to the hotel after dark and the temperatures were in the low 40’s with freezing rain. The weather never got any better for us.
The drive towards Glacier through Northern Idaho and Western Montana was beautiful despite the constant downpour. We saw bald eagles perched on trees, beautiful valleys, dense forests and what we could imagine as steep mountain peaks hidden in the clouds.
We were planning on winging it and camping near Glacier somewhere around Hungry Horse Reservoir. Luckily we had an invite to stay with some great friends, Jeremy and Angela in Whitefish, MT. We took them up on their offer rather than camping. We are so grateful for their amazing hospitality! Camping in all if that rain with a few leaks that we were dealing with wouldn’t have been fun.
Whitefish is a really cool small Montana resort town. The lakes and mountains are endless, we only wish we would have gotten to see more as we were socked in the entire time. When we did get a small break in the rain and the clouds lifted a bit, we were treated to peek-a-boo glances of snow dusted mountains and the local ski resort which we’ve been told to call Big Mountain like the locals! Glacier National Park was 90% closed due to wildfires. Even with the rain, when we got up there the fires were only 50% contained. We took in the view from Lake McDonald though there was not much to see aside from a shoreline with piles of burnt pine needles and ash over a foot deep. The lake was still crystal clear and beautiful with a rainbow coloring of rocks showing through the clear water. Our trip to Glacier didn’t last long as Going-to-the-Sun road was closed. We headed towards Polebridge trying to spot bears and took some forest roads back into Whitefish. We were able to get in a great mountain bike ride and a hike on the Whitefish Trail, right behind Jeremy and Angela’s house. We had a blast visiting breweries, taking in some local flavor and enjoyed our time with our friends and their dog, Corona. Corona and Stella really bonded and the big fellow jumped into our truck as we were packing up…he took up the whole back seat! We are bummed we didn’t get to really experience Glacier and camp in the area, but we are excited about the idea of heading back up there in the future and enjoyed the time with our friends.
Hi Guys! It’s Liv (aka Girl). This post is about Sequim Bay. I hope you like it!
Sequim Bay (pronounced Squim) is amazing. There are many opportunities to hike, bike, boat and be outdoors. Our camp site was really close to the bay. So when I got to take Stella on walks I took her down to the bay. I was looking at the ocean with binoculars and saw an otter. One morning I woke up really late and my dad told me that an otter was teasing him. I told him I wasn’t surprised because otters are funny.
I went on a hike and it was so beautiful. When we got back from the hike we went to the river. There was a really good swimming hole. The water was the prettiest color teal and I liked that I could cross all of the river rocks. My mom did something amazing. She built this tall rock pyramid. She put tiny rock stacks on the rock pyramid. It looked like a rock castle!
After the hike we went biking on the Olympic Discovery Trail. There were many different color leaves on the trail and we could peek at the bay through the trees. At one point we got to get off our bikes and pick blackberries. Everyone of them were a different flavor. They were the best blackberries ever! I felt like a black bear grabbing blackberries and stuffing them in my mouth. It was so delicious. When we finally stopped eating blackberries we kept on riding. After a few minutes down the path we saw some people picking blackberries and putting them in a bucket. It was a great idea!
Not everyone can visit Sequim but if you go to Washington go to Sequim Bay!
The Redwoods have always been awe-inspiring to me. It is truly one of my favorite places on Earth. I always remember some of my first big camping trips when I was kid at Jedediah Smith State Park among the ancient giants. I felt such pure happiness and excitement to be able to share the experience and grandeur of these trees with Gal, Girl and Dog. Hearing Girl tell me “The Redwoods are the coolest things ever” and “this is one of my favorite places” makes me one proud Guy. The time spent in the presence of these trees, hiking with my family down fairy tale like paths, dropping beats with our sporks while free-styling awful lyrics and rhymes around our nightly fires (Girl’s idea and it was a blast), biking loops around our Mill Creek campground and relaxing on massive old growth stumps catching rays of Redwood filtered light into our campsite was a magical time that we will reminisce about for years to come.
We camped in Del Norte State Park at the aforementioned Mill Creek campground. Jedediah Smith was totally booked, but I was pleasantly surprised by Mill Creek. The forest was mostly second generation growth, but there were definitely some spectacular old growth trees. The stumps of the ancients around the campground with the giant ferns and Sitka Spruces really made us feel like we were in the land of dinosaurs. The campsites here were awesome, there were many really private sites but we were able to land the best of them all. We got site 109, which is typically used and reserved for research scientists. We had more room than we knew what to do with under a canopy of trees that were as giant as any other ancient grove.
I’m pretty sure I drove Gal and Girl crazy by constantly pointing and saying “Wow, look at that tree” on our incredible hiking adventures, my neck is still sore from all that looking up. I have Redwood bark stained t-shirts and shorts from hugging as many giants as could. Until next time Redwoods! We have been diverted a bit on our adventure due to some crazy West Coast wildfires. We were planning on a few nights near Ashland, OR and on towards Mt. Hood. We ended up staying an extra night in our special Redwoods spot and went to Portland to visit Gals sister and Girls awesome aunt Moya and some childhood friends of Guys. Thanks for the hospitality Mark and Margarita, so fun to see great old friends and family!
A pass-through spot for our first night off the road turned out to be a nice little gem. We camped at Firehole Canyon Campground, South on the 191 from Rock Springs. It was Friday evening, (on Labor Day weekend) and the campground was pretty empty. We had a great spot, site #22, with a pathway down to the lake. Girl, Guy and Dog swam and chased sticks (all 3 of us) while Gal was still trying to recuperate from a cold.
Word to the wise, this campground was great, but had it been full it would not have been such a great find. Unbeknownst to us when we picked this spot, 2 sites share one spot. So 20 and 22 are RIGHT next to each other. Our fire rings were maybe 6′ apart. If you came with a couple of families this would be great, though we prefer much more privacy and space with strangers. As much as we love people, we also love to love people from a distance while we are relaxing at camp.
Great start to our journey! We are looking forward to seeing and experiencing our beautiful country and will update when we can. If we are slacking on our posts, be certain there will be an influx in November!