We hit the road early, hoping to see Yellowstone that day. It was a whirlwind of a tour for Laura (I had just visited a couple years ago). But we saw the Yellowstone staples, Artist Point, Yellowstone Canyon, bison, deer, and of course Old Faithful.
It ended up raining by the time we got to Old Faithful, and we were not too excited about setting up camp in the rain, so we continued on through the night to Jackson. We were a little homesick, and Laura still needed to pack somethings up before heading off to work, so we decided to hit the road and get home. If you have ever driven through central WY, you will realize why there aren't that many pictures. It was a little sad to pull into Denver because the trip is officially over. However, writing in this blog made me look back to some of the other posts, and realize what an epic journey this was. I can't believe we drove from the tip of South America, to the top of North America.
Thanks Hermana, it's been an amazing journey and I can't imagine a better person to share it with me!




































































