No Thru Traffic

After leaving Glacier we headed south towards yellowstone.  We stopped in Helena Montana to get some lunch at Safeway and stock up for dinner. Up until this point we had been fortunate enough to stay dry, safe and happy. Like two babies tucked into bed, we were content. Until the rains came…

We got soaked riding to Yellowstone. The kind of rain that only takes a couple drops to make you feel like you fell into a bathtub. Just as fast as we were drenched, we dried out. The furry disappeared and the sun came out. It was a good day once again. Or was it….

Riding for a few more hours we were getting ready to find a place to camp for the night. Earlier in the day we had made arrangements to stop at Lewis and Clark State park. We were promised “The Most Well Preserved Caves in All The Land”. About 20 minutes out it was once again bath time. We pulled into the desolate campground and cried under the nearest tree. Luckily we retained our hard persona as our tears mixed with the heavy rains. We’re not crying, its just rain.

The sun soon dried our tears and the breeze blew in warm air. It was once again a good day. Alex played with his motorcycle chain and I listened to the radio. Later on, I made dinner and Alex played with his motorcycle chain. It was getting dark so I brushed my teeth and settled down for bed and Alex played with his motorcycle chain.

In the morning we slept as the breeze blew in.  We awoke to its fresh woodsy aroma and headed up the hill to the caverns. They were really rad. So rad in fact that I am just going to compare them to the lovable kids television show and mini movie series Fraggle Rock.

Its even hard for me to tell them apart.

-Ryan