As a kid growing up, there were a few things William hoped he would do every summer at least once. Somehow the kids got to do it all at one campsite.
Jellystone Park in Missoula, Montana allowed the kids to play basketball,
Basketball ended up being more of shooting and chasing than it did actually basketball since there was no fence behind the goal. But nonetheless, it was still fun!
The best way to cool down from running around is to have a scoop of ice cream. Don’t know exactly what flavor it was but for we sure did enjoy it. Yet, somehow we still were not cooled off enough and decided to take a dip in the pool. That water was freezing but the kids sure didn’t seem to mind. We talk about it all the time, but kids do not seem to have any grasp of how hot or cold it really is. As a kid, we would stay outside all day rain or shine, playing kickball or tag or hide and go seek, and never paid attention to the climate. It is so neat to see our kids do the same.
We saw the most beautiful sunset in Montana!
In the morning before we left, we played a round of putt putt golf. Kelly, William, and Phillip all had holes in one. Phillip’s, perhaps, was the most impressive since he couldn’t even hold the club the correct way.
We all had a great time at Jellystone! Our goal is to, one day, visit all of the Jellystone Parks in the country and in Canada!
Since we arrived to the west coast, we had been craving Cracker Barrel and were not thinking we would see one again until South Dakota. To our surprise, there was one in Missoula, MT so we made sure we had breakfast there.
Not sure if the kids are tired of scenery but we sure are not. Every single turn looks like it should be on calendar or on a puzzle box. Montana looks exactly as we envisioned and even then, pictures do not capture the true magnificence of it.
Pretty sure we didn’t think that we would be watching the fireworks from Yellowstone park when this year started so it was pretty surreal sitting there looking at the kids enamored at the colors in the sky.
Inside of Yellowstone, on the Montana side, is the 46th parallel, which is halfway between the equator and the north pole. What made it so neat is it was something that we had not seen while planning the trip.
Many of the signs on the roads said to be careful for the wildlife and to not feed them, but the animals we saw were in the distance. That is until this guy decided to take up both lanes in the highway and slowly meander past us. It was pretty cool. He seemed to be saying, “I will take my time, my ancestors were here well before y’all.”
But then they kept showing up along our drive. However, nothing can prepare you for the eruption of Old Faithful. Somehow, the park rangers have devised a way to precisely time the eruption and it was amazing to see it. Maybe why it’s called Old Faithful! Though it put us a little behind schedule it was well worth it.
What was most comforting though was knowing that the prayers that Madison, Mackenzie, and Macey were lifting up, in the back seats, were being heard by the same, big, great God, who created the mountains at creation, caused rain to come for the first time during the flood, and allows the fog to water his foliage. The God of all knew the turns and could see through the fog and brought us safely to our stop.
When we checked in, the owners made a huge deal about how that road is not road for traveling, especially if you are pulling an RV behind you. All of the locals couldn’t believe that we didn’t take the other road in. We sure would have if we knew about it, but then we wouldn’t be able to tell you about what God did either. So it all worked out.
Thanks for praying for our safety as we know that God heard your prayers over this terrain. Pray that we continue to be intentional with our witness and that God continue to keep us healthy.