It was cold here at night and I had trouble with sleep
because I was so cold. I got up at
6:30am and I packed up. Site #7 family
was super sweet and we waved good bye. I
made Yaoshan instant noodle, as I chewed at 8:45am, a male elk walked into my
site and had breakfast with me, exactly the same line as the UK couple
described. I did not roll off until
9:36am. I couldn’t rush my breakfast
with the elk. How often do I get to have
breakfast with an elk? I bid my good
byes with the Teton mountains. It was cloudy
and overcast, a very grey looking day. On the way out, there was a sign on Mama Bear and Cub bear sighting nearby.

I drove by Yellowstone Lake and it did not leave a big
impression on me. The Hayden Valley was
amazingly beautiful with patches of snow here and there. The rain clouds dressed the sky just
wonderfully, a photographer’s paradise.
Lots of people parked their car on the road, all set up with their telescope
for wild life viewing.
I had to remind myself to stay focused and head for the
campground, set up tent before the weather gets complicated and challenging for
camp setup. I pulled into North Rim, I
needed to pee and wanted to see the vista point but pulled myself back in the car
to stay focused and on track.
I went to camp reservation and was happy to see the
shower facility along with laundry. I
was set up at an RV site off the main road and then I switched to the tent only
site not next to the toilet. I had site
#D86. When I pulled into the site, I saw
snow was all over each site, pretty buried.
The only clearing was the road and the fire pit ring and picnic
table. I along with everyone else had to
pitch our tent on the road. My tent did
not fit and I had to adjust to squeeze in the dirt area off the pavement where
rolling traffic was on. This will do, as
long as it does not get too windy because my tent is not properly staked down,
I can’t stake on the pavement. I prefer this than being next to the RVs or the road.

I saw a brown bear at the East Gate. I saw the bear cross in front of me looking
for grub and then I noticed rangers were present to traffic the bear path and
human contact, keeping humans at a safe distance to protect both parties. What at sight and this was my first day in
the park! Cool!.

At 5:35pm I decided I needed to start a fire and BBQ to
roast some vegetables. I was tired and
didn’t realize that not all my charcoal lit so I didn’t actually have enough
heat. I spent the next five hours
relighting my charcoal over and over again. I ended up
inhaling lots of smoke. I lit a lot of
matches. I refused to give up. It rained and I continued my quest. Then it
snowed and hailed. I did manage to cook
2 green bell peppers, 1 corn, 3 carrots, 2 zucchini, 3 potato. I was upset about the fall and the injuries I
sustained and how long this BBQ was taking, and I managed to burn my left index
finger on a charcoal. It’s a good thing
there was ice and snow everywhere to be able to just ice it.
One of my neighbor is Italian from Santa Barbara with two
little kids. The son didn’t want to be
here and didn’t want to go anywhere. I
think he has a hard time adjusting to the reality of how the universe does not
revolve around him. He is super
cute. The wife wanted to not have to
camp and stay at a hotel instead but all the hotels were booked. The husband has a passion for camping. They had a tent where the rainfly didn’t reach
the ground and they will be cold if not already wet with this weather. The man was super nice to me. They had a big fire and I refused to take up
on his offer of fire. I was stubborn
about mastering self reliance to at least get this fire thing right on my own tonight.
This Italian family, the daughter is like the father with an
easy carefree spirit. The son is like
the mother. The father owns the gas
pedal, the mother owns the breaks. They
listen to each other and meet in the balanced middle. It was fun for me to watch all of this. 