our second journey, part seventeen…big sky, mt to yellowstone national park…

as i mentioned before, the snow started coming down in big sky. it was very beautiful and added a little something to the already breathtaking landscape. i was a little worried about the driving conditions going up and coming down from the passes. the snow i was fine driving in…it was the ice that i worried about.

the temperature began dropping as we approached yellowstone national park. my car’s temperature gauge flashed “icy” over and over. i continued to stop and take photos along the way. i used common sense and exercised great caution. i thought about my roommate, j***y, who was terrified of me driving through bad weather and chuckled.

i passed the sign that said yellowstone national park. i was overcome with the glorious and curious wonders of the autumnal landscape. everything seemed so surreal to me…i couldn’t believe that i was there…i was actually fucking there!! and, i did it myself…with a companionship provided by my co-pilot buggs and my co-co-pilot j**s.

i felt like i was in a dream state. everywhere i stopped, i got out and walked. i shot photos and gathered interesting stones from each location. when i got back to the car…i put the stone in buggs’ poop bags with a piece of paper that noted the location. i decided that i would be like a penguin and gather stones to present to a mate.

my mind was full of competing thoughts. i was so excited. i just wished that i had had a special human with me to enjoy the adventure. i remembered what someone important to me once said and, at the time she was right. she told me that she would probably build-up resentment over time, because i was too unhealthy to keep up with her.

it was a bittersweet thought. bitter because she was never able to see me hike and climb and explore. sweet because i could walk far and fast, hike, climb, carry. i was fucking proud of myself and my progress. i just wished that she would have been present to experience me walking further and faster and being able to keep up.

hahaha…as my mom would say, “if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”

more tomorrow…


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