I don't think I've mentioned the status of our Yellowstone trip. We were needing the previously mentioned new van in time for our Yellowstone trip. With or without a siren. A few weeks ago, Yellowstone emailed me to let me know that they aren't opening the part of the park where our reservations are. My initial response: YOU GOTTA TO BE KIDDING ME?
Yellowstone circa 2010.
This, as everything is opening? When I called they explained that the national parks are opening very slowly. Additionally they are having staffing issues. Dang.
After a little deep breathing, I realized it's probably for the best for a number of reasons. One of which: the main road in the park is under construction this summer. It would've taken 4 hours to drive around the park the long way to get from what we consider the most popular part of the park - to the other best part of the park. Without construction the drive between point A and point B is about an hour.
Still. It's mind blowing. For those of you who have lost track this marks the 4th time we or the pandemic has cancelled this trip. First time was a last minute reservation prompted by my dad: LET'S GO TO YELLOWSTONE. I sort of booked it on a 'you-can't-get-a-cabin-now' dare. The cabins I scored were rough riders, so no bathrooms. Nothing about it seemed ideal and I still didn't have Coach on board. So, we said AH, WE CAN GET BETTER RSERVATIONS NEXT YEAR.
The next year, I got decent reservations. My dad and Coach planned to attend. When I realized that I was taking the two girls to Vancouver - it seemed all wrong in a LET'S NOT PLAY FAVORITES sort of way. (I grew up surrounded by favoritism, and I didn't make the list. Now I do my best NOT to play that way). Why not do Vancouver right, since we'd not likely get back there? We cancelled our reservations and took the family on a VERY memorable trip.
My next set of reservations also included my dad and Coach, who had accepted his role as the official mountain driver by this stage. His presence was non-negotiable. Then in February my dad cancelled his upcoming July participation to take my sister on a trip to Paris. My poor feelings. I addressed how hurt I was by sobbing through a long-overdue, heartfelt laundry list of this-shit-shouldn't-have-happened in my folks' family room. THEN COVID CANCELLED BOTH MY TRIP AND THE TRIP MY DAD AND SISTER PLANNED TO TAKE ANYWAY.
I did not invite my dad to join us this summer, and same goes for next summer. He's not getting any younger anyway. Plus, boundaries. I can't drink their Kool-Aid anymore. Leave that to my siblings.
Just planning this trip has been an adventure. You know the saying: GETTING THERE IS HALF THE FUN? Since when did fun include blood, sweat, and tears?
July 2022, YELLOWSTONE. Gonna be epic.
I got my early bird code to make a new reservation back the end of May. I woke up at 1 am when the window opened and was able to reserve the same cabins for the same time NEXT summer. It felt a little Ground Hog Day-ish. Stay tuned as this trip is bound to be lively and full of interesting details when it actually takes place.