SO, yeah, I am sitting, waiting for the milk that goes with my coffee for more than a few minutes and, yes, for some of you, I have started drinking coffee again (with all this driving to get out here, what choice did I have?). It arrives and, with it, my "Crunchberry Oatmeal". Mmmmmm...
So, yes, I am now sitting and eating and surrounded outside by the Yellowstone morning with chill, sunny air, quiet people and beauty. I've been here for a couple days, and it's more than just Yogi and Boo Boo, 1950s Americana tourism, Old Faithful and some yellow rocks. Its watching a herd of real bison hanging on the low ridge just next to the road as the sun sets behind them. It's bull elks stepping up and bugling (to its friends) to move on, "he's got this" as he prepares to charge me in front of the hotel late at night. It's friendly people sharing telescopes, sharing views of wolf packs. It's fresh air, it's wildfires, it's backroads up hills, it's the wind and the water, rivers, falls and bubbling hot springs. It's really nice, and I am not sure why I haven't come to Wyoming sooner.
Not sure why I haven't spent any real time in the mountains of the western states. Sure, my family had a house up in Peru, VT in a ski village and I visited quite often, but there is a whole other mountain lifestyle out here that is just different. Not better or worse, just different, As different as the Swiss and Austrian Alps are to the Green Mountains.
Anyway, I am digging it here, and as I am approaching getting "old," and since I am always planning crazy trips and escapes to faraway places to play music, now, fortunately or not, I have to add another destination to the always expanding list.
I am headed south, later today, to another weird state called "Utah". Most of the east coast believes this place to be a myth, but I, having driven through it many years ago on some strange sojourn to Los Angeles, know otherwise. Idaho was like this to me. "It couldn't possibly be real!?," I thought as I watched Napoleon Dynamite, over and over again, waiting for a flaw to show in the set, until some strange tour in a bus, with some act supporting some band that backed some ridiculous singer from the 90s pulled through this "Idaho" for some four or five days. It was real, by jove!
So, anyway, I am headed south, with canyons, and parks and Mormon Temples, and lots of driving and maybe a guesthouse outside Salt Lake City. We'll see what happens, but if I can, I'll try to produce enough evidence for the people back in Jersey and NYC proving that it actually exists, and that it's not just a product of the film studios of MTV or Area 51.
Mammoth Hot Springs