The following is an essay that my son wrote for school. I happen to get a glimpse of it when he left it laying on the dining room table and, being the nosy mom that I am, had to look at it. I don't generally police my son's homework - he's an honor student and rarely asks for my help, so when I read this, my heart melted. Both my sons have gone to Yellowstone nearly every summer since they were five and six years old, and as they've gotten older, they grumble a lot about going "to Yellowstone again" this year. Last summer, Collin didn't even want to go with us. Understandable for a teenager. But, he went, and he's going again this year, and I got the impression that he actually is looking forward to the trip. All these years, I wasn't sure if all the Junior Ranger badges the boys have earned, all the hikes they've been on, and all the campfire programs they've sat through had made any impact on them. After reading the essay, I know differently now.
Yellowstone National Park is my
happy place.
By Collin Henderson
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| Relaxing along Yellowstone Lake at Storm Point |
The forests of Yellowstone are impregnable to the
noises of the outside world. Only the soft chirping of the birds can be heard
mixed with the wind. The lake beats the shore ever so gently. Swish. Swish. Swish. Then plop. A fish can be heard jumping in and
out of the water. But where? Oh, there it is, to the left.
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| Hellroaring Creek Trail |
Yellowstone’s
tranquility puts me at ease. My muscles loosen and I can just close my eyes and
relax. The gray monotony of daily life elsewhere is
outshined by Yellowstone’s variety. Every day a new trail awaits. The dirt
under my feet is rocky and rough and soft and comforting. Maybe today I will
see another white heron on the Madison River. Or perchance a garter snake will
cross my path. The trail shall be my guide and lead to wonderful discoveries.
Yellowstone’s never ending variety always has me on my toes, wondering what
will come next. I can explore to my heart’s content.
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| Hiking to Shoshone Lake |
Yellowstone’s natural forests far outshine any
concrete forest. The forests are full of crisp, clean, pine scented air. Every
so often one might come across a clearing along a trail, covered in emerald
green grass and a wide assortment of flowers. Time feels frozen in Yellowstone,
every second lasting an eternity. The landscape takes my breath away.
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| Black Bear |
The animals of Yellowstone are unlike any that
can be found in a zoo. I am a guest in their territory. The animals here are
wild and will attack if I am not cautious. My personal favorites are the ground
squirrels and chipmunks that scurry around looking for food. All sorts of birds
live in Yellowstone. Every now and then I’m lucky enough to see a bald eagle in
all its grace. The animals of Yellowstone are wild and untamed but cute as
well. Rather than watching my dog sleep all day, not that I dislike my dog, I
can enjoy watching large beasts majestically roam their habitat.
Yellowstone National Park is my happy place.
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| The resident Uinta Ground Squirrel in camp. We named him Phil |
