I never had the chance to finish blogging our rally adventure ( sick, tired and often internet problems) so here goes.
This was the start to the day that I consider the best drive of the rally. Now, I wasn’t driving, just taking in the spectacular scenery along the Needles Highway-A National Scenic Byway so Ed may have another opinion.
We had to pay to drive this road, but it was well worth the $11.oo. Some of our European drivers weren’t as impressed as we were. They tell me they have many twisty, mountain roads like this one. Our day ended with a meet-up with the founder of the Wyoming VW club and his bus.
Day 16. Sheridan to Cody, “the Rodeo Capital of the World”. Stewball met his first cowgirl and fell in love. I was looking forward to this day because at the end, we were attending a rodeo. I had never been to one. ERA left a surprise in everyone’s room. Cowboy hats. How’s Ed look as a cowboy?
This was an unusual day in several ways.The rally didn’t have an official beginning until noon so we could all leisurely visit the Little Big Horn battlefield, the site of
Custer’s last stand. Then on to the Big Horn Mountains and a climb to 9,033 feet then dropping to the Shell Canyon and its stunning falls. Stewball had never been this high but we had no problems, just slow speed.
We were tired at the end of day of miles of switch-backs and winding roads. We have discovered, we really don’t enjoy much at the end of a day of driving. It is demanding whether you are driving or navigating.
Day 17: Yellowstone Park. We were here on the 2011 Trans-American challenge so we didn’t stop this time at Old Faithful. The drive through the park is slow and we did stop when Stewball confronted a bison. (I’m still not sure what the difference is in a buffalo and a bison. Most look that up.) Stewball stared him down and he gave up the road.
Skipping forward to Reno. Day 20. I was sick. Several others had this chest congestion and cough, but I ended up with the whole head thing too.) So by this time I was miserable. The hot dry weather (It was 99 degrees at our lunch stop in Fallon, NV.) didn’t help so we opted out of the dinner to the National Car Museum (Aka, Harrad Car Museum) which is home to the Thomas Flyer that won the world race in 1908. We had been to the museum before and these photos our from our world rally in 2011 when the Flyer was brought out of the museum and led us around Reno.
From Duluth on, Stewball ran without another hiccup. Unfortunately, it all came undone on the last day. I will post another blog of our last day into San Francisco. It was a bad day for Stewball and the longest day of all!