Sunday, February 1, 2009

Yellowstone National Park

By Haylee Landford

The last sound my roommate Lindsey, and I wanted to hear at 4 a.m. on a Saturday morning was tapping on our bedroom window. Cracking open my right eye, I peeked out of the blinds. Ross and TeJay, our two best friends, had decided today they were taking us to Yellowstone Park, using hot chocolate and donuts as bait.

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.

I also took the opportunity to bring my English homework along, with readings of stories and poems for a group interpretation. Ross proceeded then to explain why three hours of sleep is plenty for the normal person. It is no surprise what we were all doing during this stimulating conversation, ironically 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.

Somehow in elementary school, I was under the impression that buffalo were instinct. I cant say for certain when this misnomer occurred, but I recall learning about the overkilling of buffalo by the white man, and see this as a possible culprit of my misconception. However it happened, the herds of buffalo that we spotted at Yellowstone became quite an eye opening experience for me.

I was determined under these circumstances to be the winner of this buffalo spotting game. There might also have been an ice cream come promised to the winner. The victory however lay in a much more creditable source. Thank goodness for the buffalo.

Our exciting drive took us to mountain streams, geysers galore, and indescribable scenery. Live music attended our refreshing drive, as TeJay played the guitar in the backseat (or what this recently imported Honduran described as marinading us).

The bison once again fed my journey at the local diner where we boldly tasted of the cuisine consisting of venison, local game hen, and of course, buffalo burgers. I began filling an empty list of excitement in my life with just the tales of this one day.

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. - 16752

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