West Yellowstone in the Winter

The Dekkers (and one Peterson) are taking over West Yellowstone for President's Day weekend!  Mom & Dad flew from Michigan to Idaho Falls on Friday, then drove to West on Saturday.  Kevin and I debated who's Subaru we would drive down from Missoula; I lost so we took his car, Sage.  Turned out to be the wrong decision.....but I don't want to be an "I told you so."  Scott & Christine brought a sled out from Old Faithful Saturday night, and we all rendezvoused at the Holiday Inn.

Kevin and I got a late start...I know, surprise, surprise I couldn't get out of bed when my alarm went off at 7am.  We finally got on the road at 11:15.  Things were going fine until we hit Anaconda.  That's when Kevin said "We might have a problem." 

Sage was overheating.  I was confused.  Sage is far younger than Fang Fang, she shouldn't be hitting menopause already. 

By Kevin's estimation, Sage had not hit menopause...she likely blew a head-gasket.  Shit.  Our choices were to turn around and head back to Missoula, get Fang Fang and start the trip all over again, or cross our fingers and trudge on.  Like a mouse in a maze, we talked ourselves in circles going over the pros & cons, time savings, financial savings, etc. etc. etc.  Then we drove in circles too, finally deciding to rent a car in Butte and leave Sage until Monday. 

We found our way to the Budget Rental inside the Butte airport, where we once again drove in circles.  That airport may be small, but it's a helluva hard time to find a way in.  A hundred bucks and half hour later, we got in our new ride the Ford Focus, or what Kevin dubbed "Fucus," and we were on our way again.

And then we hit snow.

But I thought it was pretty, so I grabbed my camera and snapped a bunch of photos while Kevin was driving.

We met up with my parents for dinner in West, Scott and Christine joined us a few hours later, and now we're all ready to hit the hills on snowmobiles tomorrow!