First day at the museum. Opened successfully ... that means I didn’t set the alarm off and bring the rangers running! Had someone at the door before opening, a bus tour guide, trying to find out if he could take his group out the east entrance ... three passes were closed by snow the night before. As we spoke, Sylvan Pass was declared open.
Visitors numbered 99, most of them in the morning while it was overcast and cold. There were a couple of hours in the afternoon when the sun came out ... I sat outside and soaked up the rays, watched the visitors taking pictures of the bison across the Gibbon River and no one came around. One buffalo mowed the grass around the flagpole in front of the museum. Though there were guests from Tanzania, Spain, France and several Asian countries, most of the visitors were American.
A bio is posted on an easel near the door, listing where I worked when, and there were a few conversations about experiences during my career. I was deeply touched by several different visitors who, as they left, thanked me for my service. That’s never happened to me before!
In the evening, Sandy and I drove into Gardiner (about 30 miles) to have supper in celebration of our two-month anniversary (yeah, yeah, teenagers in their sixties!). On the way we saw a beaver, lots of bison (ho-hum), a pronghorn, lots of elk and a bighorn sheep. On the way back, we stopped and watched a flock of bighorn sheep working their way across a talus slope above the road ... about six adults and two fuzzy young-uns. One of the adults came down for a drink beside the road, oblivious to the cars stopped and going by.
The elk were bedded down in the developed area at Mammoth. Sorta takes the mystique away! tv
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