I’m coming off a very emotional ride from Yellowstone Heart Song’s two day free run on Amazon. What a thrill ride it was! Who knew that giving away thousands of copies of your book could be so exciting.
Oh, and my husband promised a campfire cooking post for tomorrow!
|Justin ready to go!|
|view of the Yellowstone River about halfway down the trail|
While choosing a trail from our trail book two summers ago, I came across one that sounded pretty neat. It’s called the Hellroaring Creek Trail. The total distance of this trail is about 4.0 miles, round trip to Hellroaring Creek, and the book lists the hike as moderate (the author of the book defines moderate as a hike for someone with some hiking experience and in average physical shape)
The trailhead is a bit hard to find. You might drive right past it if you’re not looking. It’s on the grand loop road about 4 miles past Tower Roosevelt if you’re heading west, or 14 miles east of Mammoth Hot Springs, and you drive down a short service road.
The trail itself is beautiful (but, in June, it is swarming with hungry mosquitos, so you’d better bring the bug spray!)
The scenery is spectacular as you walk down (remember the switchbacks?) the very narrow trail through open timber and sagebrush meadow. My husband kept giving me the “are you sure you want to do this?” look several times, because the trail is very narrow, and very steep, and it’s a long way down. I was actually good to go, but as we kept walking, I saw an awful lot of hikers coming the other way heading back up, red-faced, sweaty, and breathing hard. What goes down, must come up. After a half mile, it was too late to say I wanted to turn around. I didn’t want to wimp out now, and have my kids make fun of me for the rest of the trip, so I kept my nagging worries to myself.
|Yellowstone River from suspension bridge|
After a short rest on the other side of the Yellowstone, we decided to turn around. For starters, it was getting a bit late in the day, and my husband suddenly decided we didn’t bring enough water. Boy was he right! Did I mention that a mile going downhill is one thing, but heading back up is a whole ‘nother story! It’s more like five miles coming back up.
I think the whining by the boys started about a quarter mile up. I was in tears another quarter mile further. We went slow, and we did run out of water. Luckily I had a few piece of candy in my pocket to suck on to keep the mouth moist.
|Going back up|