September 18-20. We arrived in Yellowstone in the middle of a thunder snowstorm, and ended the day pulling a trailer over the Continental Divide and on to a dark, potholed road covered with slush and monster RVs creeping along at 5 mph. We crawled into our bunks and awoke to 25 degree weather, a pattern which persisted for our whole time there. Since our trailer probably has an R-value of 1.3, we started keeping our clothes in our beds, pulling them on in the morning, and then jumping into the truck to find a warm restaurant until the sun heated the park.
Greta was amazed by the variety of things and experiences at Yellowstone – big landscapes, wildlife (bison everywhere, often causing traffic jams), geysers, waterfalls, tourists, architecture – but no bears (although a grizzly had been spotted in our campground the day before we arrived).