It’s time, though. On average, about three out of four exchange students will ask to see Yellowstone, and we haven’t even taken our own kids to see this American family vacation icon. I’ve always insisted it’s too far, too expensive. And who wants to sit in a hot car stuffed with crabby kids, driving through a big expanse of nothing on the off chance you’ll see a buffalo in the distance?
I mean, we got all kinds of scenery – trees and everything – right here. And a city zoo. I don’t know if they have buffalo, but I’m sure they have goats and stuff. And guess what? There’s concessions. And no drive. Bam.
This year, though, I’m relenting. I need to stop being such a stick in the mud.
I was starting to think about the trek about this time last spring, but that was when Mike was preparing to skedaddle from his secure, paying gig and come work with me, so a big family vacation was not in the cards. Then, Hanna came to live with us. She said her number one dream in coming to the US was to see Yellowstone.
Actually, what probably happened is when she heard she was coming to Idaho she thought “where in the Hell…” and then looked on a map for the nearest familiar landmark.
I had thought such a trip might be a way to flesh out my family travel blogging career. I put some feelers out to see if anyone was interested in hosting a family of five for a couple weeknights during the high season in return for a review from a blogger with a dozen or so followers.
The response was predictably about as laid back as my desire to see Yellowstone.
After I gave up trying to leverage my blogging soul against anything more than the value of a triple-A hotel discount, I realized anything available at a reasonable price had been snatched up months ago.
Clearly, others are more excited about this Yellowstone thing than I. I needed to get serious.
For our trip to Europe a few years ago, Mike had a spreadsheet outlining all the places we’d go, by what mode of transportation, and where we could use the points he’d built up through business travel to get screaming deals on hotels. Our journey spanned five countries over the course of a week, with us ending up exhausted in Finland to plant ourselves for another week with a former exchange student, and then heading home.
Mike had that trip dialed in. He knew what airlines allowed what type of carry-on, where we’d be able to step off the train for lunch, what kinds of bags the kids could carry and what everything had to weigh.
I, meanwhile, have had problems figuring out what kind of hotel could accommodate the five of us in a destination roughly six hours away. Rustic cabins in a state park? They’ve been reserved since January. A cheap Super 8 in a rural town. Gah, really? Anybody have a black light? A luxury spa suite? I’d have to sell at least one kid on the black market.
Putting a family of five up comfortably for four nights in a hotel is not an easy thing to do on a budget. Nor, really is it even easy to figure out where to stay if one wants to see the best of a park that covers an area roughly two-thirds the size of Connecticut, over three states. There’s lodging inside Yellowstone and on the perimeter, and in a bunch of little towns billing themselves as “right outside,” but which are actually a fair distance away.
Deciding between lodging options alone had me feeling a lot like this kid:
Then there’s the question of the drive. We have a choice between:
- The gas guzzling, but comfy behemoth, or
- The hybrid, which can go at least four times as far per gallon, plus, has a thing that lets us hook in an iPod so we could stream the whole first season of Serial. The downsides to stuffing a family of five into a vehicle the size of a bloated tick are, of course, obvious. But, any time before noon, at least two of the three teens are likely to be unconscious, so optimal comfort with a minimum of arguments may be just a matter of timing.
I thought for a nanosecond about taking the behemoth so we could tow our ancient camper, which would yield a portable sleeper for at least three of us at a time. Maybe we could nap in shifts. But Mike nipped that thought in the bud. He’s not up for towing something roughly the weight of the Death Star over that much landscape.
Then Mike pointed out that the wildlife in the area includes things more assertive than zoo goats. Pests like bears that are used to pawing at passing cars for handouts, may just take a notion to tipping a little car right over.
Of course, the thought of a bunch of gigantic carnivores treating our car to a fraternity bear prank helped me make up my mind. Honey, you had me at hello.
We are so taking the Prius.
After some more deliberation, and a minor meltdown on my part, I bit the bullet and reserved hotels on opposite ends of the park that could accommodate our mini hoard without requiring a second mortgage on the house.
Here we are, still six weeks out and I have the bare bones of a vacation plan. In addition to Yellowstone, we’ll also get a gander at the Tetons and Craters of the Moon, and hobnob with the gallery set in Jackson Hole.
If we’re lucky, there’ll also be bears.
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Bear photo by Michael McCarthy
Also, that cute video is a Vine pulled from one originally posted by single dad, Jorge, of Reality Changers