Roadtrip from Rexburg to Yellowstone
Early in the morning (4 a.m. early), my roommate, Lindsey, and I were surprised to hear a light tapping on the window. Squinting one eye open, I cracked the blinds. Two of our friends, TeJay and Ross, with hot chocolate and donuts in tow, wanted us to go to Yellowstone National Park with them.
Reminded of the rotten odor of egg emitted from the geysers, I felt showering would be inconsequential. It only took us fifteen minutes to get bundled up in the car with our donuts. You wouldnt guess that the drive from Rexburg to Yellowstone would go so fast when you are in the company of your friends.
I ignited an insightful group interpretation of the literature I was required to study for Mondays English class. Ross had difficulty then convincing us that three hours of sleep is quite substantial for an adult. Ironically, I spent my time during this droll discussion making up for the early wake up call Zzzzzz.
Autumn proved to be perfect timing with bearable temperatures, and little snow. We soon ended our sonnets, stories, sleeping at the entrance of Yellowstone where $25 later, the park became our playground. Encircling Yellowstone is paved roads allowing visitors to easily access the most scenic adventures.
With little effort on our part, our friends planned everything. Packing a lunch was a great touch, which made our adventure seem more like camping, and saved a few bucks. We quickly instigated a game of spotting moose and buffalo. I realized a harsh and idiotic falacy of my youth during this activity.
Somehow in elementary school, I was under the impression that buffalo were instinct. I cant say for certain when this misnomer occurred, but I recall learning about the overkilling of buffalo by the white man, and see this as a possible culprit of my misconception. However it happened, the herds of buffalo that we spotted at Yellowstone became quite an eye opening experience for me.
I was filled with the thrill to find more buffalo than the rest and gain my title as the winner of this game. Why? The winner was promised a prize ice cream cone. I can hardly take credit for my victory, and should humbly acknowledge the true source. Thank goodness for the buffalo.
Our exciting drive took us to mountain streams, geysers galore, and indescribable scenery. Live music attended our refreshing drive, as TeJay played the guitar in the backseat (or what this recently imported Honduran described as marinading us).
The bison once again fed my journey at the local diner where we boldly tasted of the cuisine consisting of venison, local game hen, and of course, buffalo burgers. I began filling an empty list of excitement in my life with just the tales of this one day.
Amidst the day after day I spent going to class, then going to work, I had savored what a buffalo tastes like. I learned that buffalo are still alive! I found that Old Faithful, also goes day after day in a miraculous internal clockwork of spewing juices. I wonder if she gets tired of her monotony. I would hope not, because people like me sure get excited to see it.