It seems like the entire west is a national forest. We have spent two weeks driving into, around, and through Yellowstone National Park, which has about a dozen or so other parks attached to it. There is nothing but land out here, with a few small communities sprinkled in-between.
Today we made the trek from Powell, through Cody (the former home of Buffalo Bill Cody, and why the town was named), through the eastern gate of Yellowstone, to the Teton National Forest to see the Teton Mountains, to Jackson Hole, WY, to Idaho Falls, ID.
Jackson Hole was bumper to bumper for miles and miles. It took a long time to get through there. I’d love to go back just to hang. Too much to see.
Idaho is green, lush, and beautiful.