When we went to bed on Saturday night, we planned on heading south. When we pulled out of our drive way on Sunday morning, we were heading north. Completely new route, completely new destination.
It’s how we roll around here.
Since planning isn’t really our forte, when we rolled into Yellowstone, every campground in the park was full.
Our alternative? Primitive camping (no running water, no rangers, no nothin’) in a tiny campground right smack in the middle of bear country. How do I know it was bear country? There were warning signs that said as much everywhere they could put them.
There were no bear sightings at camp, but I have to admit, seeing giant elk just mosey up the road to nibble on whatever campers left behind was a little unnerving (don’t worry, Evie was dancing solo. The elk were lunching at a different campsite).
But goodness, it was beautiful.
It didn’t start out the way we planned. Frankly, things rarely do with our little crew. But the last five days have been the kind of last hurrah of the summer that make the best memories.
And really, that was the plan all along.
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P.S. My original plan (haha) was to blog our whole trip in one shot, but honestly, I’m exhausted and I have dozens of pictures left to edit and more stories to tell. Since it’s nearly 1 AM, they’ll have to wait until next week.