The hoodoo basin is a 30 mile in, 30 mile out hike, so not many people who visit Yellowstone have ever seen it in person. It only felt natural to make that the goal of our trip after having my cast taken off.
We started at 5 in the afternoon on Sunday, with the aim of going 11 miles to our campsite for that night. I don’t know how fast the ranger who wrote our camping passes traveled at, but it must have been something close to a light jog. It wouldn’t matter how far away it was though, as we went the wrong way.
I recently read in National Geographic that one of the signs of knowing a person is lost, is when they say the map is wrong. But I was pretty sure that we were an exception for a little while.
Finally, we were standing on top of a mountain in Yellowstone, looking at the trail we were supposed to have taken at the bottom of the valley. It was raining a little bit, and there was a rainbow over the trail we were supposed to be on. We were pouring over the little line that made our trail and realized where we went wrong.
Instead of going right at the first fork, we had gone left, which is by and large my fault. I guess in hindsight, I’m not the best at reading maps.
The bright side of this situation is that we got to camp out in my favorite spot in Yellowstone. It isn’t officially on a map, but should be. It is where all of the buffalo hang out, next to a river, and under a bunch of trees. We had to camp here in a rainstorm on our first trip to Yellowstone, and everything was still set up. Some wolves had killed a buffalo next to where we were sleeping that night, so I was pretty excited to return here. It is the most wild place in the park.
We drank a bunch of whiskey, watched a meteor shower, and agreed that we were going to separate the next day.