Monday, May 18: Earthquake!

Friday morning the sky was slate gray as we drove out of Cabellas and back onto I-90. A few hours later rain began falling and didn’t quit for the remainder of the day. Mary Ann talked with Betty, our neighbor from Silver Springs and they figured out our paths would overlap on Saturday. So we extended our Friday drive in order to arrive earlier on Saturday. The 12 hour drive must have made me dopey. As we exited the interstate we were supposed to go under the interstate overpass and jump on the eastbound access road to get to the campground in Garryowen, Montana. Instead I got onto the eastbound entrance ramp and sent us on a 30 mile journey to where we’d been and back. But I didn’t get upset. No, not me.

Saturday managed to be uneventful. We drove through more rain and arrived in Bozeman, Montana a little past noon. We met up with Jim and Betty, visited, did some shopping, and did some more shopping. Bozeman is one of two cities we use as supply points to stock up the trailer and the freezer before going into Yellowstone.

Sunday we visited, did some shopping, and did some more shopping. That whole stocking up thing.

Monday morning was bright and sunny, if a tad cold. We were on the road just after 8 and completed the 90 mile drive to Yellowstone in about 2 hours. Driving into the park always feels like coming home and even though we saw much less snow than in previous years the park was as beautiful and inviting as ever. 

We arrived at the employee campground, our home for the next 4 months, just before noon. This is our earliest arrival date ever but we’d heard stories from others who started in mid-May about having to shovel snow in order to get into their campsite. This year the campground is devoid of snow. We backed right in and spent the rest of the day setting up home.

One of my tasks was to set up the satellite receiver and get the tv hooked up. I was outside standing on our site pad putting the tripod together for the dish when suddenly my feet vibrated hard, then my knees, then my vision distorted, all within about one second. It was a weird but not unpleasant sensation. Mary Ann shouted, “What was that?!” I knew in an instant what had just happened. Yellowstone experiences a few hundred to a couple thousand earthquakes a year, most under 3.0 on the Richter scale so they aren’t felt. This one was a 3.0. And we sure felt it. We’ve since learned it originated in Mary Bay, about 10 miles from the campground. 

Still don’t have the tv working.

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