There are vacations, and then there are adventures. Our anniversary trip to Yellowstone fell squarely in the latter category. Think big skies (occasionally angry), wild animals stuffing their faces for winter, and an apartment so new the shine hadn’t worn off. The Airbnb apartment was a spotless, cozy, and modern nest, perfect for two seasoned travelers capable of making our own delicious meals.
We celebrated our anniversary in style with a homemade steak and lobster dinner. There’s something wonderfully rebellious about creating fine dining in a rental kitchen surrounded by pine trees instead of waiters. The sizzle of filet mignon and the buttery aroma of lobster tails may not be traditional park cuisine, but then, we aren’t your average campers.
Of course, no celebratory vacation would be complete without a pilgrimage to the “Million Dollar Cowboy Bar”. After a very long drive, the bar was just as we remembered. Filled with stories, antiques, and more saddle-seated stools than common sense, there was a lot to take in. We toasted our marriage and mileage with a laugh, both aware that this might be the last time we drive 1,800 miles in a single week.
Thanks to the government shutdown, there were no park fees, which was both a blessing and a bit surreal. Despite the circumstances, visitors were respectful, leaving no trash, awe-struck by the beauty surrounding us. It was a rare, beautiful harmony between humans and nature. Majestic buffalo lumbered across the roads with an ancient calm that said, “I was here before you, so get out of the way.” Elk posed out of harm’s way, unconcerned by our gawking.
The Grand Canyon of Yellowstone was its usual mystery of light and shadow, forever majestic, moody, and humbling. Standing there, watching water plunge into endlessness, I thought: God really outdid Himself here. It’s impossible not to feel small and grateful all at once. And then, the sleet began. Rushing back to the parking lot, it didn’t take long for my hair to be drenched.
Of course, our trip to Yellowstone wouldn’t be complete without visiting “Yellowstone Bear World”. Little “Captain,” the cub I bottle-fed last year, was in the “big kids’ enclosure”. Looking proud, strong, and just a touch mischievous, he’s proof that love (and formula) can go a long way. Everything at the gift shop was half off, including the best fudge on the planet. We may have stocked up for emergencies, of course.
Packing up to head home, we had to admit this may be the last time we tackle 1,800 miles in 7 days. That being said, it certainly won’t be our last celebration. Yellowstone reminded us how vast and wondrous the world still is and how lucky we are to wander it together.
Here’s to big skies, buffalo crossings, and the sweet, chocolatey taste of adventure.
I’ll be back next week! Have a wonderful weekend!