Road Trip Day 7 - North Yellowstone `

SUGR DDY. There it was, on the Montana SUV license plate in front of us in proud, bold letters, as we re-entered Yellowstone from the North side. Nice.

Today was more driving through Yellowstone, but bison, not geysers, were the highlight. They really aren't pressed to get out of the road, as the picture here through our windshield indicates. Here's how we spent 5 hours:

1) Drive to a waterfall/lookout/mud volcano/steaming thing.
2) Confirm that Moby cannot walk on the trail, and observe from a distance.
3) Encounter people with their own guesses as to Moby's breed - best guess of the day is "wolf."
4) Spot funny-looking people, like the man wearing a Daniel Boone beaver hat.
5) Repeat, running into bison in the road along the way.

The day wrapped up with us dumping the stupid Gaper Guide, who's brilliant lesson of the day was that sulphur smells like a bad fart (really). And we enjoyed a surprisingly delicious Italian meal at a restaurant called Pedalino's that Yelp can't even find for me to review. But we couldn't get out of there before an older couple from Berkeley spotted Brad's "Biggest Upset Ever" tshirt, referring to the WTF football victory over USC last year. And Berkeley people are always...special. Especially the older ones.

For at least 10 minutes, as we're itching to get outta there for (surprise) the Olympics, we have to hear that they met at Cal, he's in public health, they're very disturbed by the lack of Democrats in Montana, and oh by the way, they used to live in New Jersey...so of course they know everything about New York and here's what we have to do and here's how the subway works. Okay, this is why no one likes Californians.

562 miles tomorrow. God help us.