The title is a direct quote from a gentleman (named Greg!) that we met in an amazing little corner of the world that goes by the name of Silver Gate, located just outside the northeast entrance of Yellowstone. We arrived here purely by accident after not being able to find camping within Yellowstone, as all the campsites were full. Bad planning on our part but then fate or luck or perhaps something spiritual guided us into Silver Gate.
This modest sign welcomes you into town.
We spent a lot of time on this porch. Angie and Kipper with our host, Henry...
...who took pity on two homeless travelers and let us park Le Tigre on a corner of his property near his rental cabins.
This was our view from Le Tigre. Gorgeous.
Our home for four nights.
Henry owns a bunch of guest cabins that he rents out, and they're beautiful....all updated and comfy looking. However, he took this one and turned it into a.......
....sauna!!! We did one with him that first day we were in Silver Gate. You sweat until you can't stand it, and then sweat a bit more, then you go jump into the stream....which is melted snow. It's heavenly. We did one the next day too, but the one with Henry was better. He's got the magic touch with that fire!!
This prayer is posted on the main street of Silver Gate and really sums up the attitude of the town. Everyone there is so friendly and hospitable and helpful.
One morning we decided to blow our budget on breakfast at the cafe across the street from Henry's store. It was delicious!!! Steak and eggs. The chef, Jason, turned out to be just as helpful as everyone else in Silver Gate and a wealth of information for our future destinations.
A pretty waterfall just a mile or so from town.
Obligatory self-photo in front of the waterfall.
We left Silver Gate for one night to drive Beartooth Pass and stock up on supplies in Cody (more on that later) and we returned to this! The University of Montana does a summer Shakespeare in the Park tour and Silver Gate is on their schedule. The actors set up the stage, do the performance, and tear down.....all in one day. They performed "The Merchant of Venice."
After the play (and every evening we were there), we hung out on Henry's porch, drinking beer and chatting with guests and locals around the fire. We talked a lot with Greg, Henry's old friend, who has been ALL over the West on his motorcycle. He gave us a lot of pointers and suggestions for routes and camping. His memory is remarkable. He rattled off roads, towns, and campsites while we made notes in our Atlas. Alas, we don't have a photo of Greg, but he's a cool dude.
View from the porch. The "Amphitheatre" in Yellowstone.
They say the snow never completely melts. Beautiful.
Then we ran across the street to talk some more to Jason about the Florida Keys (he used to live there). We hung with him and his girlfriend for a few hours, and they were kind enough to buy us a couple of local beers. Yum. Again, we have no picture of them....so a picture of the beer will have to suffice!!!
As Henry says, "The first night you're friends, now you're family." So here's a family photo...with Henry and his niece, Mattie (who's from Austin!). Henry does have a right arm, by the way. He was mid-wave when the timer went off on the camera. Weird!
Thank you Henry and Silver Gate!!! We'll never forget you and hope to see you again soon!
BTW, Henry's cabins are called Silver Gate Lodging. They're gorgeous. Check 'em out if you're ever in the area!