We rolled out of Yellowstone National Park at half-past hungry and a quarter to hangry. The fly fishing tackle was stored, our legs were tired and our stomachs were empty.
The town of West Yellowstone was ahead with the promise of food and drink but we decided to press on as the sun was fading and we had a while to go before making it back to Bozeman, Montana.
“A grizzle bear has been spotted in this area all” she said from the front passenger seat.
Sure enough a few cars had pulled over off the road.
I’m not much of a wildlife photographer but I did reach back and find my 300mm lens. I went to get out of the car but my teenage son held the door firm.
After assurances that the bear, far off on the low hills, making its way along the scrubby forest and open fields, was very far away.
I had no chance of getting a good shot of the grizzly bear as it meandered in the distance parallel to the road, but I went through the motions anyway, observing and clicking when the bear emerged from the brambles.
But then the SUV full of tipsy ladies in front of us started hollering and making sheep noises. It’s almost like they were trying to call the bear closer. We decided to move on and leave behind the obnoxious drunks.
Our destination was the remote Corral Bar. A dusty oasis in a remote enclave of ranches. Good food and drink but one of those places where all the locals lookup and check out the city folk coming in the door.
The Corral Bar is a beacon to thirty and hungry travelers on the road between Bozeman, MT and Yellowstone National Park.
Beyond the stares of a few local fixtures at the bar, permanently in place on their stools, the staff is friendly, the food is good and the atmosphere is perfect. The Corral has been in place since 1947 and it feels like it in a good way, authentic and well worn in.