Even though the lady at the rental car place tried to convince us the little 4 cylinder we were driving would never make it to the park, we took that puppy through the paces.
Much of the scenery reminded us of being in the Eastern Sierras, which made us obsess over our upcoming backpacking trip, but we soon made it above the treeline to the largest chunk (totally a technical term) of tundra in the lower 48. It was pretty neat.
There is a visitor center and gift shop toward the top, where we got a stamp in our National Park Passport, a poster, pint glass, magnets, and postcards. You know, touristy stuff that could easily be packed in our carry-on luggage.
And then it started to hail.
Which was amazingly fun to run through in my TOMS. You had to be there.
And then we headed to get some pizza, beer, pie, and decided it was time to finally check in to the hotel…
Where this happened…
The second day, we took the hiker shuttle into the park to see some of the more heavily traveled areas. We hiked a bit from the Fern Lake trailhead, and did a slow hike around Bear Lake. And by slow hike I mean we walked halfway around a very flat and even path only to nap in the sun at one end before finishing.