Yellowstone National Park
Because we had been to Yellowstone National Park before, and because everything that we read described insane crowds during the summer months, we decided not to make it a major destination on our trip. In fact, Brad voted to skip it all together. But since it was adjacent to the Tetons and we would basically have to go hours out of our way to avoid it, I was able to convince him that driving through for the day on our way into Montana was a good compromise. We stopped at just a couple of the main attractions, Stumbo in tow, and kept the visit short and sweet. One of the highlights of the quick tour was seeing a large gray wolf running across a meadow, but it happened too quickly and he was too far away for me to get a photo.
From there we drove to a small town outside of Bozeman, Montana called Three Forks where we spent a few days enjoying the conveniences that electricity brings…air conditioning, lights on in the evening, and even an occasional movie. Brad was able to get a bunch of work done at a co-working spot Bozeman and get caught up after many days with no reception in the Tetons. And I was feeling a desperate need for a break so I asked my kids to leave me alone because I really didn’t want to hang out with them (I know, I’ve started a fund for their future therapy) and just to please find something to occupy themselves away from me. With 350 days under our belt in the RV I felt like it was a major success that I hadn’t made this request already. They made some friends on the playground, and I drank coffee in the afternoon and read.