Yellowstone was perfection. I arrived with only one idea in mind: Old Faithful. While we did see that crazy ole coot of a geyser, he was not the be-all-end-all of the park. Everywhere we looked there was magic. In the wildfire-eaten trees, in the playful brooks and rivers, in the hellish holes of steam, in the bison and elk, in the dazzling mountains we found power unlike any we had ever know to be possible in nature. Yellowstone seems like a planet all of its own–where normal laws of nature do not apply.
We roamed from valley to mountain top, from prarie to furtile river bed, from lush forest to acidic geyser beds. Yellowstone was breath taking, so large and diverse. I wish I could have run into the mountains and hidden so as to spend the rest of the summer exploring the massive park. I’m sure that if I spent a year hiking each trail, I still would not have seen half of the wonders it holds.
I feel blessed to have gotten to spend my last day off on Bike and Build with twelve of my best friends in one of the most amazing places I have ever visited. Breathing in the sulfur and soaking in the quickly changing sites with them made the visit even more magical. And, with the trip quickly winding down (we have only two short weeks left), I am trying to soak their company up as much as possible.
I want to share my experience with all of you, but I find that words are failing again. So, if a picture is worth a thousand words, I’m sure Avry’s images will be up to the task.