|I know, I know, I just used this photo recently - |
but it is just a perfect example of why my
dad would have suffered irreversible damage
if he had tried to join in on this, our
inaugural national park trip
to Yellowstone in 2010.
At Christmas that year, my brother Mike gave my dad an insulated water jug - like the kind you take on a hike. Someone called out, 'That'll be great for your trip.' Clueless me asked, 'Oh, where are you going?' My siblings looked at me with great confusion. (like, different than the normal looks of confusion they give me).
|I can never get enough |
of showing off
this amazing baby
Anyway, I felt I more than made up for it by bringing dad to Glacier National Park in '16 where we saw several moose and grizzlies, etc.
Then Mini told my dad a year or two ago that we hoped to return to Yellowstone. It has been our favorite national park to date. Dad reached out to me and asked if he could tag along to Yellowstone, if and when I went.
Coach was poo-pooing the Yellowstone plan. 'We've already been there,' he argued. I told him he didn't have to go, although how in the world would I manage to drive the great white or even the minivan in the mountains without him?
|This time I was not planning |
on camping in Yellowstone
- that is an activity strictly reserved
for times when Coach is on hand.
Then we ended up traveling to Scotland. We cancelled our '18 Yellowstone reservations and agreed to call the day the bookings opened on the first day of the season for summer '19. I believe it was May 1st.
I was able to reserve two different weeks in July of '19. One week at Roosevelt, which is our preferred lodging. One week at Canyon. Then a few things happened. Like Coach's amnesia, my kids' schedules, and Irish dancing. So, read on (posting the next part tomorrow!) and then be prepared to give me direction. Come on people, I need you!