I am experiencing post-vacation let down. I’m an anomaly among humans apparently because I don’t start missing my home and my routine on vacation. I want to stay and live in fantasyland forever. Is it too much to ask? I don’t care for returning to reality.
Let’s revisit the trip for the purpose of allowing me to savor it a little longer.
* We saw grizzly bears. One climbing a hill near the road and another through the spotting scope in the Hayden Valley. Bears, you guys. They are real and huge and wild and we saw them. Charlie was over the moon.
* We saw foxes, too, which are adorable, and for which I feel an affinity because of this movie.
* Truman called our accommodations at the Lake Hotel Annex our “hoe ‘n tell.”
* The general store at Mammoth had sea salt caramel truffle ice cream, of which I approve.
* Our three-year-old hiked like a hiking machine. And the cousins scuffled with each other for the privilege of holding his hand on the hikes. He relished this with a certain smugness. There were rather a lot of train references by our caboose when it came to hiking. He waited for me to catch up to him while walking back from Mystic Falls, took my hand, and said, “Engines hold hands.”
* Charlie also hiked like a boss. And he put Dutch in his place. On our way to Roosevelt one morning as we drove past Canyon, Charlie called from the backseat, “That’s too fast, Jeff.”
* Storm Point was magnificent. I’ve never seen it in a storm before. It was better this way. Maybe there is a comparison I can make here to life, like how the storms reveal a depth of beauty that’s missing from a sunshine-y tableau. Yes, that works.
* The Lamar Valley was its typical stunning self, showing off for the bison who don’t care, as long as there is a lot of grass for grazing.
* Also spotted in the Lamar, two park ranger trucks with flashing lights that had pulled over an actual hearse with Mourning Wood Funeral Home painted on the side. For real. That’s what it said. We died laughing.
* We encountered many a footbridge on our treks through marshy meadows. I loved all of them.
* Someday I would like to wake up at five am and see the Lower Falls of the Yellowstone River from Artist’s Point all by myself, minus the tour busses. It’s exquisitely lovely and probably much better in solitude.
* Trout Lake offers views that make one’s heart flutter. The world, my friends, is astonishing. Glorious and beautiful, indeed.
* Truman was enchanted by Mud Volcano, which we affectionately call Mud Buh-cayno because Henry called it that for years. It is also known among my people as Goo Geyser, because my nephew Michael said so. Our walk around Mud Buh-cayno took an unexpected turn this year when an enormous bison walked onto the trail and decided he wasn’t going to move. We had to leave the trail and bushwhack a large detour around him to get back to our car.
* The sky was all, “I’m stunning and I know it.”
* We slept in until 8:00 every morning and didn’t have to clean up a Code Brown.
* I had quality time with these people.
See why I wanted to stay?