So in case you were wondering, there isn't really any service or wifi between San Francisco and Yellowstone. That's why I'm a little behind.
Anyways, after saying our early morning goodbyes to Uncle Ron and Aunt Kay on Sunday, we took off for the Sawtooth National Forest in southern Idaho. We stayed in the Lower Penstemon Campground.
It took at least 10 hours to get to our campground, which is why we had to unfortunately leave so early.
The western part of California is scenic as you make your way through mountains. We went just north of Lake Tahoe on our way into Nevada. If there is ever a state that is extremely difficult to drive through because it's so boring, I think it might be Nevada. Nebraska is also in the running for that title.
Eventually the scenery started to change when we hit Idaho. We didn't go far enough north to see Boise, but we did see a bunch of small towns en route to our campground.
Sawtooth National Forest is aptly named. The mountains and rocks jut out of the ground in a zigzag formation that made it seem like they were teeth clamping down on the roadway (and our car).
Our campground was about 15 miles into the forest. It was a small place with no more than seven total sites, if even that many.
Fortunately for us, a previous camper left a lot of wood for us to have a nice fire.
It was a beautiful site, situated right on the Snake River. We all agreed that we saw the best stars that night. The seclusion of the national forest and lack of light pollution made for a great sight of the Milky Way.
Everything that evening was great until the sun set, and we noticed a car drive slowly in the main road (and within viewing of our site) at least four times. Each time, it seemed to slow down past our site. We definitely freaked ourselves out talking about it, but we all slept with our knives close to us that night.
Fears were amplified when, at 1 am, a group of trucks and trailers pulled up to our site, blocked is in, and were flashing lights into our site and the field neighboring our site. It reminded me of the final scene of this season's Walking Dead when Negan showed up.
In the end, they were just idiots looking for a campsite. They eventually pulled out, and we could sleep again.
The next morning consisted of waking up, eating breakfast, and taking of for the Grand Teton National Park.
I'll get you update on that park, Yellowstone, and our night in the Badlands as time (and internet availability) permits.
Related, I'm having a hard time uploading photos. Upcoming posts might not have them unless I can get it to work on my phone.
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