Erica 342/365

We rode through Yellowstone National Park today on the way to my mom and dad's in Idaho. It would have been a nice day of riding, had it not involved freezing our asses off over Beartooth Pass in Montana. And the crazy Saturday park traffic. And the tourons who insisted in stopping in the middle of the road to snap pics of Every. Single. Buffalo. And the
rain. And the hail. And this, muddy road construction after coming out the
south end of Yellowstone. 12 hours of less-than-wonderful riding. Gar.
But at the end of the day, I still can't think of anybody else I'd rather
have these misadventures with.