The most filling hotel breakfast of all time, driving to Wyoming and Montana, deciding on YELLOWSTONE!, Jackson Hole, Grand Teton, Yellowstone marvels, missing old faithful, latenight drive, midnight tacos, montana Motel [Fri 30]

The morning of, we got up and had the most filling and satisfying motel breakfast of all time. So freaking' good, I had potatoes and eggs and fruits and yogurt and juice and so on and on. It was also the day I discovered my body is habituated to not eating any breakfast and doesn't care how much it's fed in the morning it'll get hungry again at lunch time right on cue.

We drove to Wyoming and Montana from the motel and the scene was unreal. Snake river, Madison river, all their tributaries, the mountains, the meadows and farmlands, the hillocks and the hamlets, ahhh classic Northern US lifestyle, so wonderful.

We stopped by Jackson Hole, the cutest little town which is apparently super popular elsewhere but it was just another random pitstop that we happened by on our way to the national parks.

We entered Grand Teton, and drove through it, after ogling at its mountains and lakes, the kayakers and well-preserved grasslands. Oh also we got America the Beautiful pass once again.

Then we went into Yellowstone, saw the geysers, the hotsprings, the animals, the steams, the ponds of volcanic water, and this was...otherworldly. Clearly the best way to explore this park in its entirety is over several months or years, small bits at a time. Ideally on an RV. Those were my thoughts that I communicated to ED couple of days later and what a co-incidence because she'd bought her trailer for exactly the same sort of vacation I'd imagined!

Our way out of Yellowstone got kinda' late because we were so busy seeing all the cool geysers and praying, hoping for them to erupt. The way out of the park was curvy and treacherous, it was dark and the speed limit was low. There were no restaurants until midnight, and the motels were all absurdly priced. So we had to keep on driving, which we did.

Stopped by at a Taco Bell in the evening a bit after midnight, gobbled up our foods after being hella sketched out by the whole vibe, then went to our motel, which was clearly a formerly great sports bar and hotel cabin bought by immigrant families and turned into a cheap motel.