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Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” – Matsuo Basho
It was the last stop of an epic road trip — an almost 5000 mile loop around the Western United States, taking in some of the great American national parks. Yosemite, Zion, Canyonlands, and Arches were some of the highlights, but none were a disappointment. We’d come face to face with death not once, but twice. The past two months had been exhausting, but we weren’t quite finished yet. As in any journey, our final destination was one both anticipated and dreaded. We were excited to see Yellowstone, and ready to be done with constantly being on the move. But still, we dreaded the return to the ‘real world’ of boredom at home.
Yellowstone is a place I’ve dreamed of visiting since I was a child. I wanted to see grizzlies roaming the steaming landscape, to see geysers spurt out of the tortured earth. I wanted to soak in a hot spring, until the movie Dante’s Peak cured me of that desire once and for all.