Day 5 Yellowstone to Casper; WY

We decide to split the Yellowstone - Denver trip in two and stay a half day longer in Yellowstone. Thanks to the Road trip USA book that Ginny and Dave so kindly gave us, we took the recommended Uncle Tom's Trail. The trail was more of a staircase, as the book tells us, and went straight down into the Yellowstone Canyon for a view of the falls. I discovered that Marc is afraid of heights but the Canyon was pretty majestic. The falls were very pretty with rainbows all over the place. On our way out of the park we saw several bison along side the roads, at one point there was a group of people gathered by the side of the road but we couldn't see any animals. We get out of the car telling only to be yelled at by a crazy dude on a motorcycle who is like the hells angels version of a hippie. He yells to us that we can't stay just a few minutes because that's no way to see the park, that we need to take the time to appreciate it. Any way, as it turned out the group had gathered to see a bald eagle sitting on a tree down near the river. Woo! We get back in the car and leave Yellowstone through the east, "the most beautiful" exit. It was neat, we passed by the Yellowstone lake which was huge and we saw a wolf in a field! Very exciting. According to the trusty Road Trip USA the best ice cream in all of Wyoming was to be had at yellowstone drug, in a town called Shoshoni. With that goal in mind we wound through the breathtaking scenery that Wyoming had to offer, in all seriousness, it's a lot prettier than I would have imagined, in order to end up in Shoshoni. We arrived in Shoshoni at 7:30 only to be told by the employees of Yellowstone Drug that they were closed, regardless of the fact that there sign said they closed at 8. We begged and pleaded, but to no avail, none of Wyoming's best for us. As Shoshoni seemed to have little else we asked if there was a restaurant that would still be open. The restaurant we were directed to was, um, very authentic. I was offered a salad with "I Talian dressing" in the dialect of the locals. As a main course we had the option between fried fish and fried chicken, I got the fish, Marc the chicken.