Custer to Cody

Custer to Yellowstone

It would seem that the pain of traveling is the traveling itself.  The getting from one place to another.  If I were flying, that would definitely be the case.  But it has not been so far with the camping.

We have had some long drive days, but we enjoy each other's company, we listen to music and we watch the scenery change.

The difference in scenery between Badlands and Custer was stark.  Leaving, Custer to go to Cody was going from green to brown again.  Except the brown is not exactly brown.  The earth and the rocks are layered and colored (it's a whole lot of 5th grade Earth Science stuff).  We see green, grey, orange, pink, and brown layered on a mountain range for as far as you can see.

As we approached Cody, the moutain ranges changed color and texture, height and shape.  Mountian to cliff faces to canyon.

At one point, we came around a bend, and I said, " Wowwww! Just wow!"  I was looking out the window, the other (away from My Lovely), I could feel a smile rise up on her face.  Not the scenery, but me enjoying the scenery.

When we got to our campsite just as the sun was setting, My Lovely was giggly giddy.  She was absolutely in her element.

No, travel days are not for everyone, but so far, we have enjoyed them.
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It was an easy drive, followed by a World Class Museum and a fabulous dinner. Only to arrive at our lake-side campsite in perfect time to enjoy a stunning sunset on the beach followed by a quiet campfire! Yes, perfect day. Who wouldn't be giddy, lol!Leia mais