One of my most vivid memories from elementary school was when a friend told me that her family was taking a road trip to Yellowstone. I thought she was the most privileged girl in the world. Forget Disney World, that wasn’t my speed, even from an early age; but Yellowstone??!! I coveted that trip. My parents will be hearing this for the first time reading this post, but it will come as no surprise to them. I grew up watching Marty Stouffer with my dad, and both of my parents passed on their love of creation, a Huck Finn sense of adventure, and a deep respect for American Indians. I continue to read The Leatherstocking Tales every few years, I put my feet in every creek I come across, and the only TV channel that is worth anything to me (at the age of 35) is Nat Geo Wild; which is why I don’t mind not having TV, since that channel is not offered in the package anyway.
We never did make it to Yellowstone growing up, but what a privilege for me to be able to take my parents now. Yellowstone remains that iconic symbol of American outdoor adventure and family road trips, and I think we experienced that during our stay. We did see plenty of bison, an elk, hawks, mountain bluebirds, and I saw my first grizzly. The grizzly was 10 yards off the road, but by the time we turned around and doubled-back, he was gone in the brush.
Yellowstone’s grandeur is not easily captured in photos, but some of these will get close. Farewell to Yellowstone.