Before we got to Yellowstone, we had another mountain range to cross. The views were wonderful and for the first time we were 10,000 feet, or almost 3000 m, high. The car faced the hardships of the mountain with courage, but couldn’t hide the deep discomfort and slowly crept forward.
In the middle of the mountain chain, there is a place of worship for all indigenous tribes – Medicine Wheel. You can cross with some Indian pilgrims, but when there is a ceremony is taking place, your access to the summit is denied. We were lucky and even the weather was good, although it was very windy look like it would rain. For the night we decided to stay in Lovell. It sounded inviting, because the toilets and hot showers were for free. After parking and opening the tent, the aura of true love changed in a devilish way!
Fortunately, nothing happened to us, although it was close. Of all the storms we had already faced, probably the fourth, this one was by far the worst. Those 20 minutes were really scary. While overnighting in Badlands, we had to sit on the edge of the tent because the wind was close to blow her away, but this hailstorm was the toughest test the equipment faced. Marzena was sure that the tent had broken. Sergio hid under the steering wheel. After the storm the car looked like it had a new body paint! As a celebration of our survival, we decided to go to town for a couple of beers. The town was left without electricity, many of the house windows had been broken, some trees fell on houses, but the bar was opened, until the time the bartender was unable to see money and customers. The next day we decided to have a more economic day, meaning, Sergio cooks and Marzena cleans up.
There is no wild west without a rodeo. At Cody town, we were lucky to see it with our own eyes.
Only a few kilometers separated us from Yellowstone, but this miracle of nature deserves a separate post.