relations

The funny thing about James is that he doesn't look much like either his sister or his brother. Thus I've always imagined he was orphaned in Ayr market square and the Mother In Law took him home like she might a bird with a broken wing. However, there can be no doubt that there is significant family resemblance on both sides. I already blogged the paternal side, but the maternal side is possibly even more concerning.

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Precipitation

My last post may have given very slightly the wrong impression. No, it wasn't photoshopped (I don't use photoshop). Rather, it was stuffed. The reason being that it was raining as we headed in to Yellowstone, so we spent a few hours at the excellent Buffalo Bill museum in Cody. As we ascended from Cody, the rain turned to snow.

I was very much looking forward to seeing the geysers with a snowy backdrop, but my travelling companions, who ought to have been feeling very much at home in the rain and snow, were surprisingly troubled. However, as we descended from the pass, towards Yellowstone Lake, the snow quickly disappeared, and we were back to rain.

Only the best for the inlaws, so the night was spent at Yellowstone Lake Hotel. Not outside a Starbucks (of which there are none in Yellowstone), but here is a close-up of one of the funny Yellowstone buses. And this desolate image, from on the shores of Lake Yellowstone, can only be called "Like Father Like Son".

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Pronghorn

They are neither deer not antelope, but, nevertheless, they bounce all over Wyoming. On this trip they were a bit easier to photograph than usual. Perhaps because they were either preggers or looking after their unbearably cute babies. But I wasn't expecting to get quite this close.

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Wyoming

All Scottish roads are narrow and wiggly. This is because the Romans couldn't cope with the climate or the locals. Thus the inlaws couldn't imagine how we planned to drive hundreds of miles a day. But it didn't take too long before they began to understand.

Wyoming too was being extremely green, which added a new dimension to the minimalist design of the state.

For some of the afternoon there was only one dwelling in view. It is not unheard of for a British castle to be relocated, but in such cases the appropriate phrase applied to the procedure is is "brick-by-brick". Not so in Wyoming. The house was not travelling slowly enough to delay us much, and we reached Thermopolis late afternoon. I tried to explain that "as Blackpool is to Disneyland, Thermopolis is to Yellowstone", but I don't think that any of my travelling companions had visited either Blackpool or Disneyland. So instead, in order to avoid their future disappointment, I lied and told them that Yellowstone had nothing on Thermopolis. It is after all, home of the world's largest hot mineral spring! Here it is. Dinner was Wyoming leopard pie back at the hotel.

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Chautauqua Park

Quick! Must start blogging before the season changes beyond recognition.
First stop after the inlaws arrived: refuelling in the historical dining room (almost as old as the inlaws own house in sunny Scotland) before exploring Chautauqua Park in Boulder.

I've never seen the area looking so green. Apparently spring was late this year. The mother in law knows all about botany and zoology and geology and under her tutelage it soon became apparent to me that not only are all blue flowers are not the same, but there are so many different sorts of yellow flowers that the whole holiday could have been taken up with working them out properly. Amazingly we also saw a huge black bear, with a ranger's rifle pointed at its head. It was injured, so had come down to the park to graze on some of the sacrificial pet dogs that Boulder people like to drag around with them.

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