Yellowstone and Grand Teton Adventure: Part Two or Raspberries, Flower Fields and Verdant Meadows
Day 3 (Days 1 & 2 can be found here)
Invigorated after the good night's sleep, we woke up, packed our bags and hit the road! Our next stop was in Alpine, Wyoming, and we didn't have much planned for the day except to enjoy the beautiful drive and gawk at the stunning imagery behind the window. However, as we were zooming down the curvy highway, our 7-year-old son Max suddenly yelled out in excitement. Apparently, Max noticed a cave on the side of a mountain, and he wanted to "sneak inside and explore it". To my surprise, Chris turned around and pulled over, playing along and saying that "yeah, sure, we can do some cave-diving, Max!".
Naturally, no cave-descending took place on that sunny July afternoon, but, as we were peering into the dark waters of the cave and checking out the area, we did run into a local guy who recommended that we make a stop at Garden City, Utah, and try their world-famous raspberry shakes. When a lady at the welcome center AND a family who took our picture with bright-blue Bear Lake shimmering in the background mentioned the raspberry shakes as well, we were undoubtedly intrigued. We bought our enormous shakes at the Chevron gas station, and they were indeed the best milkshakes we have ever tried in our lives! As we drove further into town, we realized that pretty much every eatery there had a huge sign advertising "the famous raspberry shakes", and something tells me that they are delicious no matter which store you buy them at. If I piqued your interest and you don't happen to be anywhere near Garden City, Utah, I have found a copycat recipe here, and I can vouch that the shakes made according to this recipe were indeed delicious.
Feeling happy and refreshed, we then headed over to Garden City public beach where the boys rented some kayaks. The water in Bear Lake was so baby-blue, it almost looked tropical, so Chloe and I hung out on the beach, enjoying the scenery and taking in all the beauty of the area. The only thing we forgot was the sunblock, and we did end up with a sunburn that day. So... if you're ever there, don't make the same mistake!
The water and beach activities were followed by a very nice barbecue lunch, after which we jumped in the car and headed over to Alpine, Wyoming.
On the way there we passed through Paris, Idaho, and took some pictures in front of their rather impressive tabernacle. All of the above was especially ironic considering that we were supposed to be in France at that time if not for the Virus That Shall Not Be Named. But then again, the older I get, the more convinced I become that Mother Universe has a heck of a sense of humor - which makes life rather exciting, to say the least :).
After passing through Paris, Montpelier and Geneva :), we finally made it to our destination for the night, Bull Moose Lodge and Saloon in Alpine, Wyoming. The motel definitely had a character of its own and was so very laid back in comparison to Salt Lake City that saying we truly enjoyed our time there would be an understatement.
First, we relaxed in our room, had some snacks and nurtured our sunburns, and around 7 o'clock we decided it was time to go grab some dinner at the saloon. The moment we walked into the saloon, I felt like I'd been transported into a western movie with real cowboys, who could start a crazy bar fight any second. Obviously, they didn't, but I have already told you that I have an overactive imagination, haven't I?
The evening got even more interesting when we realized that an open mike night was taking place at the saloon, and the organizers were encouraging everyone to participate. It only took us thirty minutes of whining to convince Chris - who is an amazing musician, by the way - take the stage and perform. Chris did it on his own terms though - as he tends to do most things in life. :) He first talked to the other musicians asking them to join him on stage, and then he convinced our son Max to come up and sing with him. And I'll tell you what - it was definitely a night to remember! Our 11-year-old son Liam filmed Chris and Max, and after that, Max got to sign his name on the wall of fame, which had also been signed by Great White and the Allman Brothers. Well, and Chloe just had to jump behind the piano because she can't stand not being the center of attention :).