After sadly saying goodbye to the magic bus who took us through the whole Grand Teton National Park, we randomly ran into our beloved bus again. Just as we were starting to hitchhike into Yellowstone National Park, the bus appeared and we re-joined the crew. Whether it was fate or good luck, we hit the road again and were ready to explore our shared destination. Yellowstone National Park is the oldest and probably most famous of the American National Parks. The wildlife, grand vistas and unique geological formations make it a place second to none in the world.

Everyone we have talked to before going to Yellowstone, told us that it is going to be crowded and in order to experience the extraordinary nature it offers, we should look beyond the beaten track. As usual we took other people's advice seriously, as often we discovered that within those recommendations lie the hidden gems. However, since we didn’t have a car, we were bound to stick to the main road in the park: A figure of eight which connects all the main four entrances to the park with all the major sights. As we were running out of time – we had to catch a bus in Livingston, Montana, just outside the park to go all the way to the west coast – we had to stick to the main road and were more than pleased with the discoveries.

Probably my favourite moment was our first night in the park. Exploring all the main attractions till the sun set, there was no time to find an empty campsite – they usually fill up by lunchtime. It left us with only one option: Leaving the park to find some space on a site that was situated outside the national park boundaries. Since we wanted to spend as much time as possible inside the park, we agreed on a roadside dinner. As the bus was weaving through the winding roads, I was preparing our dinner in the back. Handling multiple dishes at the same time – chicken wings for the oven, salad in some bowls and beans on the ring – I was flying through the rocking kitchen. The outcome was a delicious dinner that we ate in style. On the road.

The dinner was also our last night with the bus crew. We sat in our camping chairs, sitting by the road and hearing the wolves haul in the distance while the sun was setting. A perfect scenario to say goodbye to our friends with a glass of wine who offered us more than we hoped for and also to say our goodbyes to an incredible landscape before we were headed to Oregon.