What should have been an easy one-hour drive from Cody to Yellowstone turned into a full-day affair that took us through some of the most breathtakingly beautiful country I have ever seen.
Tom and I spent a relaxing night in Cody and woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and somewhat anxious to see the bear, buffalo, and other wildlife they say roam free in Yellowstone National Park.
Yellowstone was our primary destination, and we decided to make historical Cody our home base because of its proximity to the park. The old western town lies nestled in the shadow of mountains about an hour’s drive from Yellowstone’s East Entrance.
The pungent scent of sage drifts down
on a breeze that’s mountain born.
We don’t know much of city life or where they seek God there,
But we do know in Wyoming that we find Him everywhere.
—Author unknown, This God-Forsaken Land
. . . Road Trip thru Wyoming . . .
May 15-16-17, 2011
Day Two: Cody to Yellowstone / Trek to E Entrance
We left Cody for Yellowstone bright and early to ensure we would have plenty of time to take in as much as we could.
There are five entrances into the park: North, Northeast, East, South, and West.From Cody we would take the East Entrance into the park to Fishing Bridge . . . then follow the road southwest around Yellowstone Lake past Bridge Bay and West Thumb to Old Faithful . . . continue in a circle to Madison, Norris Junction, Canyon Village, and Fishing Bridge . . . then out the East Entrance back to Cody.
On the next day, we would take the East Entrance in and go the other way . . . up past Fishing Bridge towards Canyon Village . . . continue in a circle to Roosevelt, Mammoth Hot Springs, and Norris Junction . . . back to Canyon Village and Fishing Bridge . . . and out the East Entrance back to Cody.
Calculating the mileage (including round trips to-and-from Cody) and allowing time to stop for food, photos, and potty breaks, we figured it would take two full days to see everything.
It’s a good thing we had that early start. Things did not go quite as planned.
Monday, May 16, 2011 . . . We took the North Fork Highway (US 14-16-20) west out of Cody . . . past the Buffalo Bill Cody Reservoir and Dam . . . through Wapiti Valley and the Shoshone National Forest . . . to the East Entrance of Yellowstone.
When that didn’t work out, we drove back to Cody and tried an alternate route.Travel time (Route 1: Cody to East Entrance to Cody, not including stops for photos):104 miles, 1 hour 53 minutes
Here’s what happened . . .
The North Fork Highway (US 14-16-20) west is the only road from Cody to Yellowstone’s East Entrance. There are no side roads, no shortcuts, no alternate routes.
The highway follows the Shoshone River through Shoshone Canyon . . . past the Buffalo Bill Reservoir and Dam . . . through lush Wapiti Valley . . . and into the heart of the Shoshone National Forest where the deer and the antelope play. Elk, moose, bighorn sheep, black bear, and the highest concentration of grizzlies in the continental USA are said to inhabit the area.
Shoshone Canyon is rugged and craggy. Carved from volcanic rock by the Shoshone River, it has Cedar Mountain on its south side and Rattlesnake Mountain, a massive peak with a summit over 9,000 feet high, to the north. The highway follows the river right through it.
About six miles west of Cody, three tunnels cut right through Rattlesnake Mountain’s towering mountain rock.
The first two tunnels are short . . . you’re in-and-out in a flash. The third tunnel is 3,200 feet long, has overhead lights in its domed rock ceiling, and seems to go on forever.
What we saw was unexpected and breathtaking. The deep green-blue color of the water was a stunning contrast to the stark mountain landscape.
Buffalo Bill Reservoir and Dam
We could not resist stopping.
Water for the Buffalo Bill Reservoir comes from the Shoshone River. In the west, the river is split in two by Sheep Mountain. The North Fork of the river starts in the Absaroka Range near the East Entrance of Yellowstone, while the South Fork originates at the southern end of the Absaroka Range. Both forks spill into the reservoir, and the Buffalo Bill Dam blocks the water before it enters Shoshone Canyon.
The reservoir is spectacular.
Water surface covers approximately 8,000 acres. That’s a lot of land water!
The concrete arch-gravity Buffalo Bill Dam was one of the first conservation projects in the United States. Work began on it in 1905. When completed in 1910, it was the highest dam in the world at 325 feet.
A brochure at the Visitor’s Center explains the historic importance of the Newlands Reclamation Act as well as the difficulties of building such a high dam at the turn of the century.
A poster of an oil painting, commissioned after the dam was completed, shows just how otherworldly the area looks.
The original wood and concrete ball plug, once used to halt the flow of the Shoshone River at the dam, is on display in the parking lot. The dam, itself, built right into the craggy mountain rock, is an engineering feat. It’s listed on the National Register of Historic Places, as it should be, and is worth stopping to see.
Visitors to the dam can either walk to the Visitors Center or take a courtesy golf cart shuttle. The Center provides access to a platform where you can view the steep canyon gorge.
Photos: Copyright © 2001 Louis J. Maher, Jr., Geology by Lightplane.
Wow . . . what a view! The landscape looked surreal . . . almost like an alien planet.
Mountains dominate the scenery. Elevations vary from approximately 5,400 feet in Buffalo Bill State Park to over 10,000 feet in the snowy Absarokas. The Absaroka Range, a large sub-range of the Rocky Mountains, is composed entirely of volcanic rock. The range borders Yellowstone on the east and extends from Wind River to the south all the way up to Montana in the north. The highest peak in Yellowstone, Eagle Peak, is in the Absaroka Range.
Buffalo Bill State Park surrounds the reservoir. The state park, reservoir, and dam were all named for the famous Wild West showman, William “Buffalo Bill” Cody, who once owned the land. Park amenities include picnicking, camping, windsurfing, trout fishing, and boating.
What’s great about this route, aside from the breathtaking views, is the absence of billboards, advertising, and other distracting road signs. No street lights either. We agreed it might be a good idea to find our way back to the hotel before dark.
Past the state park, the landscape gives way to beautiful Wapiti Valley.
Houses, homesteads, ranches, and resorts in Wapiti Valley are dwarfed by the snow-capped mountains of the Absaroka Range frame. The mountains frame the rolling, green-tufted hills and loom large on the horizon in every direction. The scenery is stunning. Born and raised a city girl, it’s hard for me to imagine living in the shadow of mountains so far away from people, theaters, restaurants, doctors, and shopping malls. It’s a different kind of life, but I understand and appreciate why others choose to do it.
On the south side of the highway, not far from Shoshone National Forest, there’s a lone structure called Smith Mansion. You can’t miss it. It sits high on a hill . . . all by itself . . . and is rather ugly. It looks unfinished with raw timber set at odd angles. Built by Francis Lee Smith, one log at-a-time, the whimsical house is a local landmark.
Shoshone National Forest
The North Fork Highway enters Shoshone National Forest about 24 miles west of Cody. At this point, the highway officially becomes the Buffalo Bill Cody Scenic Byway.
We stopped at an information kiosk to stretch our legs and walk our pup. Mitzi was such a trooper, putting a lot of miles under her furry belt. The mountain air was cool . . . clear . . . positively refreshing . . . and quiet. When you stop to listen, you realize there is total, absolute silence. It’s a slice of heaven in the mountains when no one else is around.
Buffalo Bill Cody Scenic Byway continues to follow the North Fork of the Shoshone River for another 27.5 miles, winding its way through the forest to Yellowstone’s East Entrance. I immediately went on high alert for bear, buffalo, and the bighorn sheep that like to traverse rocky mountain cliffs. The route is known for both its abundant wildlife and amazing rock formations. One formation, the Holy City, can be seen from the road.
We didn’t stop, but it’s worth seeing
Resembling a silhouette of the ancient city of Jerusalem, the Holy City formation was created millions of years ago by violent volcanoes that erupted one after another, leaving a thick, soupy mix of breccia over the entire region. As the breccia cooled, runoff from the mountain streams carved the formation.
Shoshone National Forest consists of 2.4 million acres of pristine wilderness. Immense areas of exposed rock are interspersed with hillsides, thick forests, and meadows. Rugged mountains frame the horizon. The higher peaks are snow-clad most of the year. Honestly, it is astonishing how beautiful the scenery is. Until you see it for yourself, you cannot imagine its beauty. Photos, certainly not mine, don’t do it justice.
We saw deer, antelope, moose, and a herd of elk, who took off running the minute they heard me squeal with delight. Shortly thereafter, we enjoyed a closer view of American bison. When you squeal with delight at seeing a buffalo, they just stand there and ignore you. It’s typical to see the bison just standing there as if posing for the buffalo-head nickle.
Chimney Rock, not far from Yellowstone, looks like it might be a hoodoo, one of many unearthly rock formations that are a common sight along the Buffalo Bill Cody Scenic Byway. There’s so much to see, it’s impossible to capture it all. What’s really striking is how diverse the landscape is—one minute you’re looking at cliffs, the next forests, mountains, meadows, and rolling hills. Everywhere you look, everything is beautiful.
Wildlife have the right of way on the road. The speed limit is slow. You never know what you might encounter around the next turn. In several different spots along the way, we came upon bighorn sheep and buffalo. There’s not much you can do, except wait for them to pass. For the most part, they weren’t interested in us. They looked in our direction, but never came near the car. We waited, watched, took photos. There were no other cars around, and it was quite nice having the animals all to ourselves.
At one point, a rather large herd of buffalo meandered on by as if they owned the road. Bison weigh up to 2,000 pounds and can sprint 30 miles per hour. Since we heard they are dangerous and unpredictable, we didn’t take any chances or try coaxing them over for a closer look. The view from our car was close enough.
The wilderness beckons. A comprehensive system of trails, for back country hiking, can be accessed directly from the road. Or you can simply get out of your car and take a short, leisurely stroll along the Shoshone River.
If you’re more adventurous and don’t mind high-risk, you can make like a mountain man and explore the vast, truly rugged, and remote areas. It’s your choice—you have the Washakie Wilderness to the south and the Absaroka Wilderness to the north. Both are death-defying.
Whatever you do, keep in mind, this is serious bear country.
Shoshone National Forest, with its surrounding wilderness, is said to have the highest concentration of grizzly bears in the continental USA. Warning signs are posted everywhere. One sign on the road read: Bears are dangerous . . . do not approach . . . up to $5,000 fine. Translation: You WILL be fined up to $5,000 if you try to get in too close for a photo, that is, if you live to tell about it. Not a problem for me. I have an adequate zoom lens I intended to use if, and when, we ever saw a bear.
We missed it, but it’s worth seeing
Once Buffalo Bill Cody’s hunting lodge, Pahaska Teepee is now a mountain resort with rustic cabins, horseback riding, and a restaurant open to the public. Built in 1904, it sits at the foot of majestic Cody Peak, just two miles outside of Yellowstone.
Yellowstone National Park
We weren’t surprised to see snow in Yellowstone. Yellowstone sits on a volcanic plateau, at an average elevation of 8,000 feet above sea level, and it’s bordered on nearly all sides by tall mountains. The air is thinner, cooler. Spring arrives more slowly, and it’s not unusual for the mountains to have snow in the middle of May.
Now we were surprised—the East Entrance was closed. Multiple avalanches a few days before had blocked the road at Sylvan Pass, and the ranger said they were still trying to clear the snow. This explained why we had not seen even one car on the highway. Apparently, everyone knew . . . except us. Major disappointment.
It was all my fault. Before our trip, I had done extensive research, and everything I read had warned about snow. The park recommends that you call a day ahead to check weather and road conditions. So, why didn’t I listen?
Hope springs eternal . . .
Sensing our dismay, the ranger suggested we try another entrance. All of the other four—South, West, North, and Northeast—were open. He even called to confirm that there were no other closings.
From Cody, South and Northeast were the two closest entrances. The South Entrance was 6+ hours away and not a viable option. But the Northeast Entrance was just four hours (round trip). And it was still early enough in the day to get there, see the park, and make it back to Cody before dark.
So we turned around and headed back to Cody . . . drove straight through town without stopping . . . and kept on driving, north by northwest, in hot pursuit of that Northeast Entrance. After all, we hadn’t come all this way NOT to see Yellowstone.
Maps and some photos were found online. Links to the source sites have been provided. I encourage you to visit these sites to read what others have to say about wild, wondrous Wyoming.
America’s Byways | City-Data | karma17 | Old Boys Toys | Wikipedia | Wyoming Tourism | Yellowstone Net
Poem: “This God-Forsaken Land,” Author unknown, Frank J. Meyers papers, circa 1919-1945 via American Heritage Center.
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