I Went To Yellowstone National Park & All I Got Were These Stupid Pictures

My husband and I recently took a glorious two week road trip through Wyoming. We stopped in Idaho on the way over to stay with friends and then continued on to the ranch where my husband used to work. The ranch is in the Gros Ventre wilderness area (French for Big Belly and pronounced “Grow Vont”) and requires about an hour long drive down a gravel national forest road in order to get to the ranch. We spent a few nights at that ranch and then proceeded on to Yellowstone National Park.

I fully intend to do a more indepth review of the ranches we stayed at during our trip, but I really wanted to post these special photos. I love, love, LOVE taking photos of animals, and Wyoming did not disappoint.

If you’ve never had the chance to visit Yellowstone, put it on your bucket list. It’s not to be missed. The first established US national park (thanks Teddy Roosevelt), the thermal features and wildlife are something to behold. I’m not big on crowds, so if you aren’t either, I recommend taking in the sights early in the day and hitting a month that’s less popular with tourists (think May or October). We love heading to Wyoming in September and could not believe the number of people still populating our favorite haunts. We found out that September has become the second busiest tourist month for Jackson Hole/Yellowstone as the retirees wait until school resumes and then come out in force for their own vacations.

Without further ado, here are my favorite photos from the trip. Feel free to share these, I don’t mind. Bring a little joy and nature to someone’s day. I just ask that you leave my signature (yes, the shameless web address) in the photo.

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One of the pack mules waiting patiently for his load. The red cliff in the distance is Sportsman’s ridge. There is a trail that follows the edge of the cliff which we have ridden. Correction, my husband rode it. I walked it. Heights and cliffs make me nervous.
The pack string horse’s waiting for their pack saddles to be loaded up.
This sweet donkey followed me around. And chased our dog around.
The remuda with Sportsman’s Ridge in the background.
Oh what a sweet cow moose! She was so happy eating her lunch. She was in Wilson outside of Jackson Hole.
I love this one because she looks so happy!
Her friend wasn’t too far away, standing in the Snake River near Wilson, Wyoming. I could have hung out and watched them eat all day.
This handsome guy was working hard to keep all his ladies together. He was near Yellowstone Lake in East Yellowstone.
I worked so hard for this photo! Taken from a raft on the Snake River, I was working hard to keep my camera steady with all the bobbing of the raft. Love seeing these beautiful birds.


Elk herd near Yellowstone Lake.
Can you spot the little creature? Taking photos while it’s actively snowing, your subject is moving and laying across two laps is a little challenging. This was the best photo I could capture. We watched the coyote hunt, and catch, three little critters.
Partway through our morning Yellowstone nature tour it started snowing. And the higher we got in elevation, the more serious it got. I love these three each heading in their own direction.
I think this photo looks dreamy. The snow was really getting going.
This photo was taken on the road out the East entrance of Yellowstone. The road between the east entrance and Cody, Wyoming is one of the most beautiful. Rugged rocky country that I could photograph at every turn.
A mama moose and her calf casually walking along the snake river. As fast as I snapped this photo and kept floating down the river, they disappeared into the willows. The willows are so tall and dense, they could be just a few feet in but invisible to us.


This old barn was out on Mormon Row, north of Jackson Hole. I loved the crow surveying the scene.


My absolute favorite photo of the bison in Yellowstone. Look at that eye. There’s a spirit behind that eye, a whole world that we know nothing of.
Just a bison, looking around at his cold-ass field.
Even blue herons get the blues.
The elk were bugling and it was a sound that could make you shiver. Pretty incredible.
Trumpeter swans. Apparently the park only has about 20 resident swans, and we managed to see 6 of them. I only managed to photograph four of them, however.
The famous T.A. Moulton Barn that you see so very, very, many photos of. The barn is on Mormon Row off Antelope Flats Drive north of Jackson Hole.
One of my favorite photos. The stud is on the left. Although bulls and cows are born in equal numbers in the park, only about 20% of Yellowstone’s elk population is made up of the bulls. That’s because they spend all season keeping their herd of ladies together and fending off other suitors. They starve themselves for love. Or the effort of propagation of their progeny really. But suffering for love sounds more romantic.
Another hansom boy keeping watch over his lady friends.
Bison crossing. They are so massive, they just lumber through, impervious to the annoying tourists (talking about myself here) snapping endless photos.
Doesn’t he just look like he’s thinking, “Oh, there’s that snap happy tourist again. Sigh. Just trying to get some lunch, lady.”


This young buck has red antlers because he’s been rubbing his velvet off. He was still rubbing them on trees and such while we were watching him. But, amateur that I am, couldn’t manage a clear photo of the antler-on-tree action.
Beautiful deer in fall foliage. Pretty sure that’s Bambi’s mom right there.
One more blue heron shot. Love the warmth of this photo. This was taken near West Yellowstone, along the water. Everyone was taking photos of elk across the river, while he just hung out, right under our noses.

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A Tribute To The Barns & People of Wisconsin (Yes I’m Serious)

A few years ago on one of our many trips back to Wisconsin I made my in-laws drive me around the central-Wisconsin countryside so I could take photos of barns. I Say “made” because as I recall, my father-in-law feigned annoyance and bewilderment at such a request, but I know he loved every minute of it. Anyway, I have something of an obsession (Fetish? Love?) with old barns. Part of it I think is growing up without horses and seeing barns without any animals and wondering why the hell you would have all that property and a barn and not have any animals. But I also really just love the thought that these structures are so old and have a history of their own, they supported a way of life, of family and of farming. And they are a part of the landscape that is disappearing. There is a barn that was on Hwy County P in between Wisconsin Rapids and Stevens Point that about a year after I took a photo of it, was torn down. There was nothing built in its place, I don’t know why it was torn down, but it made me sick.

County P Wisconsin Barn
The barn on County P (now called 66) that is no longer standing. Last time I was there the silo was still up.

It’s not that Oregon doesn’t have any old barns, we do. But for the most part they are not nearly as old. Nor do they have that charming fieldstone foundation. And there are far fewer in Oregon than what I see in Wisconsin. In Wisconsin you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a barn.

I love barns so much that we held our wedding at one. The old barn, originally built in the 1870’s was brought down by a tornado in 1993, in 1997 the family began rebuilding the barn as a type of healing after their son died. The place has since sold, it still hosts weddings, but the people who owned it, who rebuilt the barn, and who treated us like family when we were married on their property, have moved on. During the wedding they opened their home to us and made our wedding feel like the party I wanted it to be. I’m sure the new owners are perfectly nice people, but the former owners were absolutely saints in my eyes. I don’t know if you’ve ever planned a wedding, but it can be incredibly stressful, especially planning it 2000 miles away from the actual venue. Their Wisconsin friendliness and hospitality did not disappoint and I will be forever thankful we not only had our wedding in Wisconsin but also at the Cedar Hill Barn.

Wisconsin Wedding Venue Barn Cedar Hill Barn
The barn where we were married. They converted the silo to bathrooms.

I’m not from Wisconsin, but with all of my husband’s family there and with how much I have visited in the 10 years since we’ve been together, I definitely feel like it is a home away from home. Partially because the people there really do make you feel welcome and loved. When I worked on the ranch in Arizona, one of the guests found out I was dating Dean and that he was from Wisconsin. She cooed and told me that people from Wisconsin were the best people, that you couldn’t find better or nicer people. I thought she was just being trite. It turns out she was right. If you are feeling low, or not part of a community, seriously, just go visit Wisconsin. I guarantee a stranger will chat you up and befriend you before you know it. I should know, I’m not that friendly or chatty with strangers and people still manage to draw me out there.

Wisconsin Stone Foundation Barns
Look at those barns and that brooding sky, I just think there are so many stories in those wood and mortar walls.

I actually think it gives more credit to my love for Wisconsin that I’m not from there, of course people brag about where they live or where they’re from. But I’m neither and I definitely have a special place in my heart for Wisconsin. Right about now I figure my sweet mother-in-law is wondering why in the hell I don’t live there if I love it so much. (I did steal her son away to Oregon for the last decade).

Wisconsin Gambrel Roofed Barn
Fun fact, this roof style is called Gambrel, you’re welcome.

Snow. Lots of Snow. And Ice. And lack of mountains, or ocean, or high desert. I’m not a huge fan of the geography of Wisconsin, I mean, the rolling hills are nice, but I like a little more drama in my landscape. And there are some other more practical reasons, like my career being established in Oregon. Nothing personal about your landscape Wisconsin, it is beautiful; it just doesn’t quite meet my needs.

I like people from Wisconsin so much that I joined a couple of their horse forums. Actually it was the first horse forum I joined outside of Oregon. I figured they would be gentle with me if they didn’t like my blog posts or writing. And by gentle, I mean they just wouldn’t say anything. Luckily they did like my funny little writings and boosted my courage to join some other forums that were a little more intimidating (read: east coast forums).

Wisconsin Hay Field
A lovely Wisconsin hay field, just because.

So if you’re from Wisconsin, thanks for being so damned friendly! If you’re not from Wisconsin and have never been, go! They have awesome lake side communities, cabins, rolling hills, cheese factories and they make Pabst Blue Ribbon. I’m just going to repeat those last two points: You can get fresh made cheese and beer, what more do you need to know?

Wisconsin Beer ATM
Seriously, this is not normal in the rest of the country. Most ATMs do not say they are for beer money. Only in Wisconsin.

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Why You Should Go To Wisconsin The People and Barns

Don’t Strap an Elk Skull to Your Rig, And Other Road Trip Tips

I am the youngest of 5, and traveling with such a crew was no cheap affair. But my mom likes to travel, so she and my dad would pack us up in their red van, coolers full of meals that could be eaten several days in a row and a camp stove for making eggs in the morning. It wasn’t until I was an adult and in charge of my own road trips that I started to appreciate the adventures she took us on. When I was five we drove all the way to Missouri to stay with my grandmother for a few weeks, the hot vinyl seats sticking to the back of my legs the entire time. As a teenager, the best trip for me was the one where we delivered a queen mattress to my brother in Butte, Montana. I spent the entirety of that drive on the mattress in the back of the van, reading magazines and eating candy bars. I would get a new magazine every time we stopped for gas. I have no idea what kind of beautiful scenery I missed, I just lazed on that mattress reading and eating the whole way there. Even as an adult, it still sounds kind of amazing.

But the most memorable of trips was a different time we were headed to Montana to see my brother. As is customary when riding with my parents, we were on a back road. My parents avoid main thoroughfares. They say it’s because you get to see more of the country when you get off the highway. I think it’s because they don’t like to drive fast. Now, to understand my parents is to understand that they have eclectic taste and have a deep respect for nature. So when we found ourselves on said back road and came upon a partially decomposed elk in the ditch, my parents pulled over and took possession of the ill-fated elk’s head. Someone else had already sawed off its antlers, but its mostly alabaster bone skull did look interesting. I say mostly bone skull, because this thing did still have some fur attached and other, shall we say, material. They wrapped the skull in several black plastic trash bags, strapped it to the back of the van on the spare tire, and then we were back on the road.

I don’t know if you’ve ever caught the scent of a rotting carcass in the heat of summer, but it is a stench that will take your breath away and stick to your hair. Now take that strong odor and multiply it by 1000. That still-yet-to-fully-decompose elk skull was in its very own greenhouse of black garbage bags. You could not go within 20 feet of the back of the van without getting slapped in the face with the thick scent of death. I don’t think I realized at the time that other people’s parents don’t usually pull over and scoop up dead things, so I wasn’t embarrassed. I just hated the smell and didn’t really get the point.

I’m not quite as industrious as them, so I don’t think I would be pulling over for a random skull, especially not one with the antlers hacked off. But if I do, I’ll let you know. I do, however, LOVE to go on road trips. My husband and I drove 33 hours across country to our wedding in Wisconsin. I believe our ability to remain in love after 33 hours in a vehicle together is a sign we will be together for many, many years to come.

Given the number of hours I’ve spent in the car for road trips, I have some tips for you.

  1. Snacks : when the trip starts to get a little slow (I’m looking at you South Dakota, your Wall Drug signs need jazzing up) food is an excellent distraction. Just be sure you know the pull-over rate of your driver, you don’t want to over-hydrate.
  2. Free places to stay: Map your trip according to where friends live along the way. When I was a poor college student and my husband was just starting his job, we really didn’t have the money to stay at hotels. But even now that we’re a little more comfortable financially, staying with friends lightens the financial burden and usually comes with a free meal. Just make sure you at least bring your host a bottle of wine as a thank you for their hospitality.
  3. Physical map: Have an actual, old school, paper map or atlas. I know everyone uses their phones now, but from personal experience, your phone may lead you to some weird places and then all of a sudden you’ll lose the signal and you have no idea where you are or how to get back on track and then your husband may tell you that you have been demoted as co-pilot. Not that I’ve experienced that personally. Use a map. Depend on the map. The map also provides great information about the topography of the land (yep, I just used topography in this blog post) which can provide a brief distraction when you think the road may go on forever and you’ll never reach your destination.
  4. Talk to strangers. We once stayed at a campground in Burns, Oregon and my husband helped the wife of an older couple get into the darkened bathroom. The next day we ran into that same couple at a KOA in Idaho 9 hours away from Burns. And it turned out, earlier in their trip, they had been by the very ranch we were headed to in Wyoming. It was quite the coincidence. You never know who you’ll meet or the stories you’ll hear while out on the road.

Do you have any road trip tips or funny stories? Share them! And drive on.

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Dirt Road into Darwin Guest Ranch Wyoming
Most of our road trips involve a dirt road at some point. Dirt road into the Darwin Guest Ranch in Wyoming.