Sorry for the lag in posting, friends! My netbook has been behaving quite strangely, needing lots of updates.

When we left Virginia City, we stopped at Boot Hill cemetery. Evidently there was a vigilante style trial where “road agents” (now there’s a euphemism for highwaymen!) were found guilty, hung and buried at the cemetery on a hill at the top of the town.

Our days have been very full. Our ride from Virginia City to Yellowstone Park feels like ancient history now, on August 9.

Virginia City is a step back in time – carefully preserved. It’s worth a visit.

There is so much beautiful scenery on the back roads of this country. However, the traffic into Yellowstone from west entrance was horrible. It was backed up for miles. We sat at the gate in the hot sun for about an hour, when finally, a ranger just began waving people through – there was at least one lane completely blocked by a broken down vehicle. The park is someplace it would take a lifetime to explore – this is my third visit, and we still haven’t seen everything. There are tourists and crowds everywhere. We checked into our rustic cabins from the Mammoth lodge just about 2pm. When checking into our cabin, we were warned to use the other restrooms in the camp area if there were elk guarding the one behind our group of cabins. Elk guarding our restroom? This was an intriguing thought.

Actually, there were elk – everywhere! We even heard a cow bugle for her calf – something new to us. There were elk peering into the windows of buildings and grazing outside the souvenir stores and restaurants. It was hard to mind the 75 ft rule when they followed you!

We settled in, relaxed after our long ride, and met for dinner in the dining room.