Oh give me a home where the buffalos roam and the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day. – Bing Crosby.
I got the inspiration of this song from my brother in law, who thought about it after seeing my pictures from Yellowstone.
Where do I even begin? I’m completely new to camping, and although for the past two years I’ve been stalking wanderlust boards on pinterest that are all about the “great outdoors”, I’ve never really set my foot out on dirt. So when the opportunity came that we were invited to join a few others to go to Yellowstone over the weekend, we quickly grabbed it. Although I would have preferred to stay a little longer, the 2.5 days we had there was great as an introduction.
All 8 of us flew in to Salt Lake City, and from there we drove about 7 or 8 hours to reach Yellowstone. To add to the charm, we used an RV which would semi-qualify as luxurious: it came with a shower and a proper lavatory, plus beds which fit exactly 8 people. Along the way we grabbed whatever food we could possibly survive on, and though it’s now banned to start a fire in camp, we still managed to have fun and bond over other things. We saw bisons, geysers, canyons, forests, elks, cubs, the list goes on. Imagine me saying that last sentence like it was a common thing. Yes, there still exists a place where animals are free to roam and nature is open to do it’s own wonderful thing. I’m already wishing I could go back and stay there for longer.
Now I understand why people are drawn to camping and hiking ~ it’s because our brains are forced to go on survival mode, and we make the most of what we have. No showers, no mobile connectivity, no real food, no clean sheets and most certainly no deep sleep… it all doesn’t matter. That’s when you realize the beauty of what you really came there for – to inhale those deep woody scents and get back in touch with nature.