July 24. 2013
Not a lot to write since last entry. We could write books about the people we meet and the experiences we have. Bud had a new experience yesterday. Someone bought a single scoop of ice cream, paid for it at the fountain and promptly walked across the store and asked for a refund. WHAT??? Refund on an uneaten ice cream - the floor manager OK'd it. That is taking customer satisfaction a little too far.
Went fishing today at our "rock" at the Lake. Not a good day for fishing - no flies hatching and not a single fish to attempt a strike at Bud's nymph. We came back by the Yellowstone River and observed that no one was catching fish. Water temps are presently unfavorable inside the Park. OH well - there's always tomorrow.
We saw the end of an accident coming back over from Canyon toward Tower. Almost to Mt. Washburn - a vehicle of some kind had gone off the side of the road. They were hoisting a rope down the mountain side attempting a rescue. Many emergency vehicles were there. People are so foolish - they drive way too fast and take such dangerous passes. If it had not been for a cautious driver this morning we may have hit a bison coming straight at us in our lane, on a curve in the shadow of a tree line. We were going the speed limit, but still we weren't expecting to see that!!
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Update on the aforementioned accident- - a man and his wife were riding separate motorcycles. Coming around an extremely sharp curve , at one of the highest peak mountains in the Park- - she lost control of her cycle and went over the mountainside. From reports from some Rangers she was rescued and flown by helicopter to nearest hospital. Authorities reported that she remained conscious throughout the ordeal and will eventually recover. Specific injuries unknown.
This is the spot were we had our picnic today. So pretty. We watched as the traffic backed up for about a mile - Bison Jam!! There are reports that the Park Bison herd is at its largest in several years. The large bulls are beginning to "snort and paw the ground" and challenge other males to let everyone know that the rut season is almost here . Such fighting one could never see anywhere else .
One of the twin mule deer in our campground. We have a family of them - Mom, twins, and three young bucks. They cut across the dorm front yard many times a day. Last week the small black bear was standing in back of an RV on our Campus - too close for comfort, I think.
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