‘Yeah, I thought ya might have a problem with that,’ said
Rick in his easygoing Idahoan way.
We had been back in Idaho for a couple of days after
our road trip, and the series of circumstances that led us to be standing once
again in Rick’s shop were frustrating at best. We had just finished pushing our
Corvair fifty yards up the road to the shop, and it was not the first time we
had pushed it that day. It wasn’t even the second.
‘Yep, once it gets to this point, there’s no startin’ it
unless you’ve got an ice pack. Probably shoulda just put a new pump in for ya
in the first place.’
Awesome.
Several days later the Corvair had a brand new electric fuel
pump. This meant that no matter how hot it became, no matter how stubborn it
felt, the car would have to start. I did not have a problem with that.
Soon after the upgrade, we decided a test was in
order--another road trip perhaps? Yellowstone National Park was an obvious
choice, and as we had just driven nearly 2,000 miles without the electric pump, a
little jaunt to Yellowstone seemed like a piece of cake. The Yellow Bomb purred like a happy cat as we zipped east on I-84.
Random fact: U. S. Route 30 is the third longest route in the
United States. It runs from Astoria, OR to Atlantic City, NJ. Just out of Glenns Ferry,
we abandoned I-84 for a section of US 30 known as Thousand Springs
Scenic Byway.
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| Thousand Springs |
The Thousand Springs Scenic Byway is a great way to see some
of Southern Idaho’s ancient volcanic terrain. From Bliss to Buhl, it winds
through the best of small town Idaho as well as part of the Snake River Canyon.
Especially stunning in a wet spring, the Snake River Aquifer seems to gush
magically from the canyon wall in numerous (maybe a thousand?) locations. It
was a thoroughly enjoyable and worthwhile byway. We reconnected with I-84 at
Twin Falls then stopped for the night in Pocatello where it just so happened that a longtime friend of MHH's from Denmark was working on a wind farm.
The next day we continued on I-84 out of Pocatello to Idaho
Falls, a rather dull stretch of road, but things picked up as we turned east on
US 26 toward Wyoming. I had not been on this particular highway segment in
more than ten years, and I was excited to show MHH this spectacular part of the
American West.
But forget MHH, I was excited for
myself. I knew what was coming and how worthy it was of the delicious
anticipation that was building with the elevation gain, that was increasing as
the air cooled, and that was singing at the appearance of pine trees. Pine
trees! Then there was that first glimpse of the Tetons, those towering peaks of
grandeur whose soaring pinnacles bring to mind ‘purple mountain majesties.’ All
of this, and we had not even reached our destination.
Ah yes, our destination. I remember back in 1988 when Yellowstone burned. It seemed so devastating and permanent, but when we visited the area with family in June 1989, I stood among the charred trees and photographed little yellow flowers growing out of the blackened earth. They were little yellow beacons of hope for a nine year old who thought that fire meant only destruction. If only there had been hope for my fashion sense.
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| Grand Tetons, 1989 |
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| Jackson, WY, 1989 |
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| Grand Tetons, 2011 |
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| Beautiful bull elk in velvet |
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Nice photo, MHH. Next time, though,
could you get a little closer? |
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| It's not a visit to Yellowstone without Old Faithful |
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| Just as I remember it from 1989 |
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| Old Faithful Inn and original tour bus |
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| Little calf elk |
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| Mammoth Springs |
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| Hotdogs and chili |
Random fact: U. S. Route 20 is the longest route in the United States. It runs from Newport, OR to Boston, MA. On the way, it just happens to pass through both Yellowstone National Park and Nampa, ID, providing a convenient and scenic route for us to get home. As with US 30, US 20 cuts through some amazing scenery, notably the Craters of the Moon National Monument. Also visible are the mountains in the south of Sawtooth National Forest. US 20 was the perfect finish to a breathtaking tour of the Northwest.
A few short days later we were tucking the Corvair in for winter hibernation and bidding my family farewell.
Coming up: MHH's parents visit Singapore, and we all visit Borneo.
