Day 7: Cody, WY to Yellowstone to Missoula, MT
Blog Confession: I am already starting to feel sad because our journey across America is almost over. I don't want to leave Montana. I haven't run up any hills or chased any trails. I haven't yelled at the top of a mountain hoping to hear my echo return. I haven't gotten my feet wet in a river trying to catch fish. I haven't fallen asleep outside under the big sky and its stars. I've only watched you go by in a quick hazy blur from my car window. One day is not enough to take you in, Montana. Soon we will arrive at our new home and I will be thankful. But I will miss you.
It has been exactly one week since we left Maryland. To be honest, I was really unsure about how this trip would turn out. I was afraid that it would be one huge mistake; that the hotels and the driving and the kids would be awful and none of us would enjoy any of it. And while we've had our rough times there's been so much goodness along the way-- my babies sleeping well in the same bed; hearing them laugh and play in the back seat because they had the car crazies; watching Pauly simply getting to enjoy living in one moment instead of balancing the usual circus of demands that live in his head. Times like these are rare and precious and I do not take them for granted. And knowing that this journey is near its end makes me pause and reflect upon just how much we've experienced this past week.
We journeyed into the mighty Yellowstone National Park hoping to catch a glimpse of something before winding our way to the north exit en route 89 to Montana. To our delight, we spotted 2 rams, numerous bison, some elk and a couple of comedic marmots busily hustling up and down a hill doing marmotty things. There is so much to explore and we just didn't have the time to take enough in. This is definitely a place that requires several days to appreciate. Someday Yellowstone, we will come back to visit you.
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