The second segment of our Yellowtsone visit was based out of the Teddy Roosevelt Lodge area. Much less populated with tourists than other parts of the park, this was the sight of the very first National Park lodge. We stayed in the cabins – you can’t actually stay in the lodge itself, it’s just a restaurant and small gift shop – and enjoyed the less populated area.
Best Picnic Spot
Just a few miles down the main road from the lodge was this great picnic area. With a very clean composting toilet and plentiful picnic tables, we had our breakfast there eavery morning we were in the area.
I’ll admit half the reason I remember the name of this part of the park is I kept thinking of Lavar Burton. I know, not the same name, but it did make the Reading Rainbow theme song get stuck in my head for a few days.
The valley is known for its excellent chances of sighting animals, particularly bison and pronghorn, but occasionally wild swans (yes, really), moose, or other critters.
I’ll be honest, I don’t remember Tower Falls at all, just that we went there. But, hey, look, a photo I thought to label right after we got back!
Matt’s dad and Lizzie walked with us on the short part of the basin train (about 1/2 mile) but left Matt and I do to do the 2 or so mile loop ourselves. It was crowded on the first part of the trail but very quickly thinned out to almost no one after that.
One Old Tree
Not far from where we were staying was this petrified tree. It’s not a great thing to see, but certainly worth the short drive.
Chuck Wagon Dinner
Somehow, Lizzie managed to figure out what it meant that we were going on a chuck wagon dinner our last night in the Roosevelt area. It’s what it sounds like – you take horse-drawn carriages (with 40 of your closest friends with you in said carriage) to a remote area where “cowboys” cook you a chuck wagon-style feast of steak and the fixins’. They sing cowboy songs and tell corny stories. She was excited about the experience and even more excited when it was happening.
(Meeting one of the horses, wearing my hat)
Next time – we wrap things up by Old Faithful