We had a quick breakfast at the Country Kitchen Truck Stop Restaurant in Sheridan, WY on our way to Yellowstone. As we were leaving the restaurant, I made a quick call to my friend Bobbye. I ended the call by telling Bobbye how beautiful the area was and that I could see the most gorgeous, snow capped mountains in the distance! At that time, I had no idea that I would be driving UP AND OVER those mountains!!! Where were the tunnels? the valleys??? And where were the other campers? Why was I the only person "towing" something thru these mountains?
I have driven over some hills on this trip, but towing a camper over the Rocky Mountains was just insane!! I have never been as scared as I was driving over those mountains! The kids knew I hated it and Nicholas sat in the back saying things like “You don’t want to look mom, you really don’t want to look!” Garrett was in the front and tried to be helpful by pointing out what the upcoming curves looked like on the GPS. Some of which looked like some sort of freaky knot illustration from a boy scout handbook! I yelled at Garrett to just turn it off! I was beginning to hate Martha.
I tried to remember Lloyd’s advice about driving in third gear and not riding the breaks. But how do you take hairpin curves, down straight cliffs, towing a camper full of stuff including a recently acquired rock collection, at 15 mph, without riding the breaks?!?! Yea, I was swearing. Of course the main thought running through my head was how in the hell was I going to get out of Yellowstone? If the way out was anything like the way in, I was simply staying in the park. Forever.