Three months before our wedding day, Ed and I drove halfway across the country together. We knew that if we spend 1500 miles together in a car without killing each other, then we just might be able to make our marriage work.
And so we drove through Wisconsin, Minnesota, South Dakota, and to the western side of Wyoming, stopping at all the tourist spots, until we finally arrived at our final destination: Yellowstone National Park.
Our first impression of Yellowstone was that Yellowstone is BIG. There is no way to see Yellowstone in just one day. Everything about Yellowstone is BIG; the geysers, the waterfalls, the canyons, and the bison. Bison are HUGE. And a little big scary.
We were staying in the park for six days. The very first morning we looked out our cabin window and saw a bison. A big bison. A bison so large that I didn’t want to leave our cabin.
|Top o’ the mornin’ to you|
As we were walking along a bridge one day, we noticed a bison behind us. As the bison approached the bridge, he started speeding up. I got a little nervous, and so I started speeding up. Ed claims he wasn’t as nervous as I was, but I did notice that he kept up with me. The bison started running across the bridge. Ed and I starting running across the bridge. All I wanted to do was get back into the car, although if the bison decided to tackle it, the car would have been totaled.
As we got back to our car, the bison crossed the bridge and slowed down, climbing up the grassy hill by the side of the road. He was just as nervous about crossing that bridge as I was of him!
|And we lived happily ever after. So far, anyway.|
Written in response to the following prompt for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop: A vacation to remember.