who are we?
where are we?
back to travel
March 11 we arrive in the Lamar
Valley in Yellowstone National Park.
The famous Druid Peak Pack has been chased out of the valley and only
the shy Slough Creek pack is visible. For us to far away.
We try to find our own wildlife and drive through the forest area
towards the north entrance. On one of our drives we find a couple of
coyotes and lots of ravens. Rick McIntyre tells us that an elk has been
killed by wolves and is lying in the river. We canít see the carcass,
but the next day we see the two wolves who did it. They are from the so
called Ghost pack and donít wear radio collars! We try to make pictures
of the wolves, but we can only leave the truck on the road and are sent
away by a ranger. This needs action: PJ leaves me at the spot with the
camera gear and starts driving up and down. Every ten minutes he waves
at me. I am standing in a snow storm and the wolves are keeping an eye
on me. On of them crosses the river and starts eating from the carcass.
Wow, I am the only person who sees this, how special.
The next day the carcass is dragged away by the rangers. There goes our
special moment. When the weather forecast predicts wind gusts of 70
miles an hour, the temperature will feel like 4 degrees F, 100 % change
of snow, freezing rain and discouragement of driving. We decide to
We spent some weeks in the Death Valley, California. Where the
temperature is great and the desert blooming. Very special. We try to
find as many hot springs as possible One hot spring is even more
beautiful than the other. With snow capped mountains surrounding us we
enjoy the hot natural springs in California, Nevada and Idaho. When we
find a hot waterfall where we can shower, we are having the best of
In the meantime my sister surprises us and the family by telling us that
her partner of 22 years has asked her to marry her. I am asked to be her
maid of honour, so this means we are going back to the Netherlands for a
month. Our first day is a sad one, because we are just in time for PJís
grandpaís funeral. Another sad day is when we have to go the funeral of
our neighbour. She became only 52 years old. Only a month in the
Netherlands and we have to go to one wedding and two funerals!
But the wedding day is a happy one. The four weeks fly by, and now we
are back in the States and on our way to Yellowstone again.
In the meantime we have made
plans: we have decided to ship our truck and camper to South America
(Chile) !!!!!!!!!!!!! We will do that at the end of the summer from
Miami. We hope we can travel with our friends Guido and Brenda there.
This means no Fish Creek for us this year.