A 4 a.m. tapping on the window was the last sound my roommate Lindsey and I expected or wanted to hear one Saturday morning. I cracked open the blinds with my one peeking eye. I discovered Ross and TeJay, our two friends, tempting us with hot chocolate and donuts to come to Yellowstone Park with them.
Reminded of the rotten odor of egg emitted from the geysers, I felt showering would be inconsequential. It only took us fifteen minutes to get bundled up in the car with our donuts. You wouldnt guess that the drive from Rexburg to Yellowstone would go so fast when you are in the company of your friends.
It also helped to bring the books and stories required for my upcoming English classes for a interpretative group reading. Ross also spent time explaining why a normal person only needs three hours of sleep. Ironically, its easy to imagine what we were all doing during this riveting discussing. (Zzzzz...)
If you are going to make this trek, autumn marks the perfect time when its not so cold and snowy. The travelling enjoyment soon heightened as we approached the entrance to Yellowstone, which only required $25 to enter this magical land. Yellowstone is mapped out with roads going around it, showing visitors all the best sights.
Its also good to go with friends who have done all the planning. They heightened the experience by bringing a picnic, so we not only felt like we were camping, but it saved some cash. And now, let the games begin: moose and buffalo spotting. During this game, I was astounded to discover the folly of my youth.
In elementary school, I somehow interpreted the understanding that all buffalo were extinct. Reflecting, I can't quite pinpoint the moment that this was ingrained into my thinking, but I can narrow it to the history lessons about the white man killing the Native American's buffalo for sport. Needless to say, the herds of buffalo that exist at Yellowstone Park quickly dispelled the ignorance of my youth.
I was filled with the thrill to find more buffalo than the rest and gain my title as the winner of this game. Why? The winner was promised a prize ice cream cone. I can hardly take credit for my victory, and should humbly acknowledge the true source. Thank goodness for the buffalo.
The array of wildlife, paired with the unsurpassed scenery and geysers galore, created quite a trip through the park. Our particular vehicle also came equiped with live music via TeJay and his guitar, when he decided in his Honduran accent that he was going to marinade us.
My gratitude for the bison continued to escalate after we dined at a local restaurant with specialties of venison, and you guessed it, buffalo burgers. I came home with a new list of experiences to add to my life very deficient of excitement.
Monotony of day after day classes and working was interrupted when I felt what buffalo tastes like. I experienced the sensation of knowing that buffalo are still alive! I was in awe at the consistent clockwork of Old Faithful sending a pillar of juices in the air day after day. Maybe that is her monotony. I hope she doesnt think so, because it really worth the trip to see.
Reminded of the rotten odor of egg emitted from the geysers, I felt showering would be inconsequential. It only took us fifteen minutes to get bundled up in the car with our donuts. You wouldnt guess that the drive from Rexburg to Yellowstone would go so fast when you are in the company of your friends.
It also helped to bring the books and stories required for my upcoming English classes for a interpretative group reading. Ross also spent time explaining why a normal person only needs three hours of sleep. Ironically, its easy to imagine what we were all doing during this riveting discussing. (Zzzzz...)
If you are going to make this trek, autumn marks the perfect time when its not so cold and snowy. The travelling enjoyment soon heightened as we approached the entrance to Yellowstone, which only required $25 to enter this magical land. Yellowstone is mapped out with roads going around it, showing visitors all the best sights.
Its also good to go with friends who have done all the planning. They heightened the experience by bringing a picnic, so we not only felt like we were camping, but it saved some cash. And now, let the games begin: moose and buffalo spotting. During this game, I was astounded to discover the folly of my youth.
In elementary school, I somehow interpreted the understanding that all buffalo were extinct. Reflecting, I can't quite pinpoint the moment that this was ingrained into my thinking, but I can narrow it to the history lessons about the white man killing the Native American's buffalo for sport. Needless to say, the herds of buffalo that exist at Yellowstone Park quickly dispelled the ignorance of my youth.
I was filled with the thrill to find more buffalo than the rest and gain my title as the winner of this game. Why? The winner was promised a prize ice cream cone. I can hardly take credit for my victory, and should humbly acknowledge the true source. Thank goodness for the buffalo.
The array of wildlife, paired with the unsurpassed scenery and geysers galore, created quite a trip through the park. Our particular vehicle also came equiped with live music via TeJay and his guitar, when he decided in his Honduran accent that he was going to marinade us.
My gratitude for the bison continued to escalate after we dined at a local restaurant with specialties of venison, and you guessed it, buffalo burgers. I came home with a new list of experiences to add to my life very deficient of excitement.
Monotony of day after day classes and working was interrupted when I felt what buffalo tastes like. I experienced the sensation of knowing that buffalo are still alive! I was in awe at the consistent clockwork of Old Faithful sending a pillar of juices in the air day after day. Maybe that is her monotony. I hope she doesnt think so, because it really worth the trip to see.
About the Author:
Haylee Landford is a outdoor enthusiast who enjoys road trips with her family. She is frequently featured on several Land For Sale websites as a guest author.

