To read the previous part: AHA 20 Deep: 823 Miles
The next morning, Christian and I awoke from our tent that lay in an uncomfortable spot in a KOA in Montana. We had even more to appreciate when we found that a bird had pooped on our tent as if it was a Kohler toilet. It was everywhere! Upon cleaning it up, Christian, AHA and I were soon driving through Montana again. Because Christian and I were driving through the dark the night before, we had not been given the advantage to observe the snowy peaks that now stood formidably before us. In addition, we had decided on stopping at a KOA because it would not have been possible to make it to Yellowstone in a reasonable time. Thus, we were currently on our way to Yellowstone. For a while, we just drove towards the majestic snowy peaks until we were eventually engulfed in them.
Christian and I were welcomed into Yellowstone by the tan and green mountains of the landscape in addition to the Yellowstone River. Our first visit in the park was the Mammoth Hot Springs. At the hot springs, there was a featured giant pillar of salt. It very easily looked like a penis. Christian and I had been locating phallic like things throughout the trip. We thought our best find was the Toronto sky tower. That was easily trumped by this salt pillar. The hot springs were smelly, steamy and colorful. The hot springs and salt edifices clung to the side of this one mountain as if it was a tumor. The hot spring water trickled down the mountain. It was really unique to observe some of the dead trees that lay on top of the plains of salt. These trees could not grow any leaves, yet their barren trunks stood resilient.
It took us three hours to drive through Yellowstone just for us to get to our campground! And we didn’t even drive through the whole park! On our drive, we saw a little bit of everything. There were large shining lakes, large fluffy buffalo, expansive grassy plains, forests of bright green and brown and forests of dead trees. There were also many mountains. My favorite part of the entire park (for personal reasons as well as its natural beauty) was the Yellowstone Lake. Fortunate for us, the lake was right by where our campground was. The Yellowstone Lake is this colossal body of water that lies within the heart of the park. The lake itself is a dark blue. Just the color of it is quite seducing. Moreover, it has pretty intense waves washing over itself in the middle of the water. This bath of gods is also backed by a set of grandiose mountain peaks that are girded with snow.
Later in the day, Christian and I made our way to Old Faithful (or as I and my immature self like to call it, Old Fatful). I would argue that Old Faithful does meet the expectations that are commonly imposed on it. I would also argue that it exceeds the expectations put on it because if there were anything put on the top of the geyser, it would just shoot it up into our atmosphere. What is most impressive is the science of why Old Faithful shoots up the water and air with such force. It is because the space underneath the small opening from which the matter comes from is so dense that eventually, that density cannot be contained and BOOM, it blows its load!
Christian and I then went for a very peaceful and meditative hike on one of the mountains that is behind Old Fatful. This is where I grew in awareness that I was not being present in the present. On that mountain near a hot spring is where my inspiration came for writing What is Traveling?
To read the next part: AHA 20 Deep: The Man in the Truck