Originally published August 24, 2012
This morning we said “Goodbye” to Yellowstone National Park. I didn’t think I would be as sad as I was; there is so much here that defies description and requires personal viewing. Additionally, the fact that we could not be on the Internet added to the intensity of the experience. We could enjoy the “wild” instead of constantly checking in.
It took us all of two hours, but we drove a hundred miles to Cody, Wyoming, a town about the size of St. Joseph, Michigan, but markedly different after one acknowledges population. It’s definitely western, having been established by Buffalo Bill Cody in the early, early 1900s.
In fact, we had dinner in the Irma Hotel, the very hotel Cody built back then and named for his youngest daughter. We sat at the bar that Queen Victoria is said to have gifted Cody after he and his Wild West show performed in London with her in attendance.
Now we’re in for the night in our motel suite with Earl in the bedroom watching the Chicago Bears in an exhibition game, while I’m in the living room working.
We think we’ll be here three days as there are many sights to entice us. A full-fledged rodeo, an historic town, four museums about the old West, and even information about the internment of Asians here during World War II.
The odd thing is we never had any intention of visiting Cody. But, while we were in Denver visiting my aunt and uncle, Aunt Alice told us of the bounty that was a traveler’s delight in Cody. So we changed our route, have come here instead of Billings, MT, and so far have enjoyed it.
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