Spring has arrived in Pennsylvania! And just when our not-as-hot-as-expected series is ending. Coincidence?
The last stop on our unexpected temperature tour is Yellowstone National Park. It is August. Late August. Summer’s peak. It’s chilly. 45 degrees and cold rain. We pitch our tent and gingerly read the weather forecast. 20-degrees tonight, 50% chance of snow. We discuss our options. The nearest affordable lodging can’t be closer than 100 miles away. We’ve already bought the tent site. Let’s tough it out. The campground is half full; we are just as tough as them. Right?
At around 6:30 p.m. the sky began an ominous turn. Night wasn’t falling but the light was leaving. Black clouds approached slowly sneaking in with steadfast ferocious glee. “Gab? Can you start dinner now while we have a chance?” Michael sheepishly queried. Mac and cheese has never been cooked or eaten quicker.
At 7:00 p.m. the darkness enveloped us. Then the heavens opened. Freezing rain in August. We dove into our car. “Do you think the tent will fly away, collapse or leak?” someone asked. We exited the car and dove into the tent.
At 7:30 the ice storm seemed to be subsiding. Light returned to the skies. We escaped the tent and made a beeline to the Canyon Village lodge. Must warm up. Must warm up. We weren’t the first to arrive but we were quick enough to snatch the couch seats next to the fireplace. But the lodge isn’t open all night. The tent beckoned.
We slept well and our sleeping bags kept us plenty warm. Just don’t ask Gab if she agrees. Click Here to Read More.
