Today, we went to church at the First Baptist Church of Sheridan. Interestingly, the music was similar to our home church, although none of the songs were familiar. The sermon, preached by one of the other staff members in the absence of the pastor, was interesting and motivating, but the people seemed to be oblivious to strangers in their midst. No one spoke to us.
After lunch, we found Walmart and made a food and supply run. Then we headed to Yellowstone. But to get there, we had to cross the Big Horn Mountains. What views! We climbed about 4000 feet and then came back down again. In the middle of all that, we encountered Shell Falls National Recreation Area, which is focused on Shell Creek and its surroundings, including Shell Canyon. Absolutely spectacular. Pushing on westward, we finally reached Yellowstone, only to find that our campground was 26 miles on ahead from the East Entrance, where we entered the park. But a bison met us at the entrance, then a moose appeared in a pond, and finally, a bighorn sheep wandered across the highway high on a mountain pass. Little did we know that the moose and bighorn were the only ones we would see in our
whole visit. There are lots of bison, but we
didn't see any more before we got to the campground.
At the campground, there were lots of signs indicating that bears were migrating through the area. At the check-in desk, we were told that we probably wouldn't need bear spray unless we were going hiking by ourselves. We don't intend to.
I found the campsite and prepared to make camp when I discovered that the electric tongue jack was jammed, and I couldn't get it to work manually, either. I couldn't get the trailer off the pickup, and I was at a loss as to what to do. I didn't want to drag the trailer all over Yellowstone, and I asked a camper in the next site (which were the closest I've ever seen) if he had a wrench I could use to get the jack to work. He didn't, but came over to offer his help. Other campers came by as well, and we decided to use my bottle jack, which I keep in the pass-through, to raise the tongue off the hitch. It worked, but as I detached the anti-sway bars from the pickup, the tongue slipped off the jack and
crashed to the ground. Now what were we going to do? Another camper brought over a hydraulic jack which we used to raise the tongue once again, and this time were able to place the bottle jack under it in such a way that it stayed put. I have no idea what we'll do when it's time to leave on Wednesday.
And as we prepare to hunker down for the night, the rain is starting and it seems to be getting colder.
After lunch, we found Walmart and made a food and supply run. Then we headed to Yellowstone. But to get there, we had to cross the Big Horn Mountains. What views! We climbed about 4000 feet and then came back down again. In the middle of all that, we encountered Shell Falls National Recreation Area, which is focused on Shell Creek and its surroundings, including Shell Canyon. Absolutely spectacular. Pushing on westward, we finally reached Yellowstone, only to find that our campground was 26 miles on ahead from the East Entrance, where we entered the park. But a bison met us at the entrance, then a moose appeared in a pond, and finally, a bighorn sheep wandered across the highway high on a mountain pass. Little did we know that the moose and bighorn were the only ones we would see in ourwhole visit. There are lots of bison, but we
didn't see any more before we got to the campground.
At the campground, there were lots of signs indicating that bears were migrating through the area. At the check-in desk, we were told that we probably wouldn't need bear spray unless we were going hiking by ourselves. We don't intend to.
I found the campsite and prepared to make camp when I discovered that the electric tongue jack was jammed, and I couldn't get it to work manually, either. I couldn't get the trailer off the pickup, and I was at a loss as to what to do. I didn't want to drag the trailer all over Yellowstone, and I asked a camper in the next site (which were the closest I've ever seen) if he had a wrench I could use to get the jack to work. He didn't, but came over to offer his help. Other campers came by as well, and we decided to use my bottle jack, which I keep in the pass-through, to raise the tongue off the hitch. It worked, but as I detached the anti-sway bars from the pickup, the tongue slipped off the jack and
And as we prepare to hunker down for the night, the rain is starting and it seems to be getting colder.
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