Learned something new today: smoking brakes = bad. Utilizing first and second gear = good.
Being a born and raised Midwesterner, the closest I really got to driving in the mountains was passing through the rolling hills of Galena, Illinois (read: not close at all.) Today I had no idea what I was doing and was stuck behind a frequently braking RV, which resulted in a lot of breaking on my part, mild panic and stress eating a shaved ice to calm myself down after the whole ordeal.
We arrived in Cody around 4 p.m., a little later than planned. After checking into our cabin, we realized that if we were to drive to Yellowstone, we would have has three hours of daylight left, at most, so we decided to stay local and explore Cody.
A very proud western town, to me, the Cody seemed a little over-the-top. I guess I am not the biggest fan of the “Old West” folklore and whimsy, of which the town was all about.
We decided to explore the downtown a bit, and decided to stay for the wild west shootout, a theatrical demonstration of an old west scuffle across from the Irma historical hotel.
Only a couple blocks from our cabin was Pat O’Hara Brewing Company – easily the best part about our stay in Cody.
Cody was a good, yet almost kitschy stop for us. All-in-all it was at the very least an opportunity to rest up before our big day in Yellowstone tomorrow!