Going to Pray

After spending almost three full weeks in the National Forest just outside of the Grand Teton National Park, and kayaking just about every body of water we could, we finally packed up and moved further North on our way towards Alaska. It was somewhat somber that we were leaving a place that both Kerri and I put at the top of our lists of places to be in the USA, and on the very day we were leaving the clouds prevented us from saying goodbye to our Teton mountain range that was our view each morning and evening during our stay. However, nomads we are, so we moved on anyway.

North of the Tetons is Yellowstone National Park, of which I have visited four other times in the past five years I have been traveling the Western USA. It will always hold a honored spot in my memory as Yellowstone was the park that reignited my childhood desire to travel and explore. If it were not for Yellowstone in September of 2009, my current self would likely not exist.

Sad as it is to admit, Yellowstone was not a stopping point for us this year. We were only to travel through her to stay 40 or so miles to the North, just South of Livingston, Montana; Pray, Montana is our home this week. Here we can day-trip to Bozeman and Livingston for the few days we have before work will keep us hunkered for the work week. On Saturday we will move on, stay in a few overnight places, and make our way all the way up to Whitefish, Montana which is our final distinction before entering Canada.