10/06/2011: Day 7: Into Yellowstone, the hard way
Jackson to Old Faithful, 98 miles took 6 hours driving
I got up with the thought that we have all day to drive the two hours up to the Old Faithful Inn at Yellowstone, the original endpoint and long-reserved destination on this trip. It was still raining pretty hard, and the forecast was for changing to snow, later. I spent an hour or so writing up Day 6, and we packed up. But then we started packing the car, and the rain changed to snowy mix. It was still too wet to consider walking over to a coffee house for a morning latte, and the motel breakfast was weak coffee and packaged sweets. So we packed up everything, and headed out.
The big, wet snain transfers heat very efficiently. That is, the windshield held to freezing and the cold car had little capability of clearing it. I had to bend way over to peer out through a narrow band of clear at the bottom of the window, and roll down the side windows to see out that way. And we also got a little turned around, so it took us about 15 minutes to drive what would have been a 5 minute walk in dryer weather. But we finally found the Jackson Hole Roasters Coffee House and sculpture garden, and stepped in. Every table was full, and they apparently only had sweets to eat. So we decided to walk to another place listed as a coffee house, The Bunnery. Karen navigated as we walked huddled in the wet, cold mix and tried to stay under porches and awnings as we circled the town square.
There was a short wait outside under partial cover to get a table, but they had real food. I was hungry, so ordered a spinach and cheese croissant with eggs and hash browns. The hash was browned in butter, yummy. And I drank a triple shot latte, of course. The Bunnery had signs promising O.S.M. on the web and by mail order. Check it out.
Karen had noticed a thrift shop across the street, so we had to check there. But first we stopped at the Ripley's museum. Didn't pay to go in, but did browse the gift shop for amusement. As we crossed to the thrift shop, the snow was getting dryer. It was starting to bounce off our clothes rather than to stick. There was a clearance sale at the thrift shop, so I ended up carrying a heavy bag the several blocks back to the car. Karen had an umbrella, but I was carrying the overloaded paper bag in the precipitation. Thus I kept to the parts of streets that had cover, when possible. After dropping the load at the car, I wanted to do a lap around the square in the picturesque and now somewhat drier snow. Karen, who was now tired of scenic snow, reluctantly came along.
But it was pretty cold as well as pretty pretty. So when Karen suggested more coffee and getting on the road, I happily agreed. We cut through the sculpture garden and filled our cup and bought a scone at the Roasters. Then on the road. Well, the foggy window got better as I got out of town. But there still was limited visibility as we drove the 30 miles up to the park entrance. There they told us that the south entrance to Yellowstone was closed! So we had to drive back down to Jackson and around to the West Gate. (Expletives). We should have called! But aside from needing an hour to get 30 miles, the roads seemed fine to me. Ah, well. Back down to Jackson, with a stop in Moose Junction at the Craig Thomas Visitors Center. We'd have saved an hour of tense driving had we stopped there on the way up.
So back down to Jackson. We saw something new as we reached the Elk Wildlife Refuge just north of Jackson. Up ahead, there appeared to be a mountain with ski slopes. I figured that this was the ski area to which flocks drove from Jackson. But as we got closer, I realized that the mountain, lifts, and slopes were a walk away from the town square! We'd driven in, spent the night, and driven out and hadn't been able to see a mountain that was right in town!
Oh, well. The skiing mountain was nearly invisible again as we headed south and west toward the Teton Pass. The signs said "Chain Law In Effect". But we have new tires, and I have driven in snow since the week I learned how to drive, and I was following another car with apparently ordinary tires. It was a 10% grade; that's 4% more then the interstate system allows. And some areas were slushy and/or sandy. But we were lucky in that the weather was nearly dry for the hour we spent crossing up and back down there.
We changed drivers once we were out of the mountains. Now on the west side, we couldn't see the Tetons again. We passed quite a few scenic turn-outs, but there was just snowy farmland fading into the snowy mist. The next couple of hours were pretty uneventful. We got gas in West Yellowstone, and then it was my turn to drive into Yellowstone Park. The ranger at the gate said that the road down to Old Faithful was still open. Still? More foreshadowing.
It was snowing again, and as we climbed into the park, the roads got white and slick. The speed limit was 45, but I rarely topped 35. I did a time lapse of the snowy drive. It was an adventure. But we got there by 6:30, just over 6 hours after we left Jackson for the park.
So I cheated in my title; the actual distance was the sixty mile round trip to the south gate of Teton Nat'l Park plus the hundred and sixty from Jackson, WY via Teton Pass and West Yellowstone, Idaho to Old Faithful = 220 miles in varying severity of snow and crossing 8,431' elevation.
We arrived quite exhausted and stressed. We were not alone. There was quite a crowd at registration combining those who managed to get in before the roads completely closed and those who couldn't get out, but there is no room at the inn. After checking in and unloading, we'd just missed the last Old Faithful eruption before dark. Oh, well. We have three days here to see it.
And this whole thing was originally posted by Android 3G because there is no WiFi here at the Old Faithful Inn. Pix were finally added about a year later!
I finally thought to get a GPS app for my new Droid. This phone reads cell GPS, 3G, and satellite GPS so I can get a true GPS reading of latitude, longitude and elevation within 50', plus velocity, acceleration, compass, orientation/horizon, and even light level. After passing several passes and divides where the signs were either down or illegible, I can now tell how thin the air is.
Karen, who passed some of her adolescence driving from shore to mountains, doesn't feel it. But on my fourth day over a mile up, I still feel the thinness of the air when I exert myself.
You can peruse our previous trip here or the Old Faithful Inn website if you are impatient for some pictures. My visions this time were different.