Westerfellas

In every adventure there are highs and there are lows, and last night it was time to pay the piper. We got busted camping in the old faithful parking lot. Yellowstone wants your money and don't think their gonna let you hang for free. Things started off really good. We cooked up an excellent diner on the Coleman and then took the UNO cards and cell phone chargers and posted up in the awesome old faithful lodge lobby. The mood was classy with live jazz piano, mood lighting, and the smell of rich mahogany. The UNO was cutthroat with alex bringing home top honors.

We went back to van and started into the zzz’s. About an hour in some narc ass park ranger starts knocking on the windows with his flashlight. The hater gave us the boot. We drove 30 miles in the dark rain and fog with broken windshield wipers praying for no close wildlife encounters in the road.

We got out of the park but everything still had no overnight stay signs. At 2 in the morning, jenny got stuck in the ditch and the bikes fell off in the road during the recovery. So then we gave up and parked In a hotel parking lot. We were afraid to pop the top and blow our cover. So we sleep four wide in the bottom. I think we got more stiff and sore than actual rest. We got a lot of coffee and a little breakfast and are back on the road. In Montana now. I think the coffee was the ticket and we're glad to be putting down the miles again. I think we're back on the right track and the good vibrations are flowing once again. Josh A. reporting, thanks dude bros.