The Hills are Alive (July 30)
On Thursday morning, we repeated our early morning safari.
This morning we experienced the same fog, the same other-worldly haze keeping
some things obscured, and bringing strange beauty to others. The river attracts
so many different kinds of birds, and there are just as many birders lining the
road to spot them all.
Back to the campground, where we had breakfast and another
long, hot shower. It was slightly warmer and definitely getting sunnier, so
most of us sat around the fire pit with a book and did some reading. We snuck
in a few loads of laundry near the showers, and after lunch we went for one
last hike in the park.
Before the hike, one of us needed to make an important phone
call. When asked where in the park we could find the best phone service, a
ranger just laughed and walked away. In the end, the best thing to do was use a
pay phone (they still exist) at a lodge. We got to the Lake Lodge, near where
we planned to hike, and there were three minutes left before the appointed time
for the call. There were 4 pay phones at the lodge. Three of them were out of
order. The other was in use. Fortunately, that person was not longwinded and
everything worked out just fine. Whew.
I might add here that, when camping, it is best to avoid
walking into lodges at national parks. Because when you walk in, smelling of
campfire, sweat, and dirt, you will invariably encounter pertly dressed women
with clean hair and nice shoes. You will see a number of relaxed-looking people
in rocking chairs on the front porch and a comfortable, inviting lobby inside. Someone
will be serving them something. And a piece of you will die. Though it may be
reinvigorated as you solemnly swear that one day you will return, and you will
stay in that lodge, and with God as your witness, you will never be cold again.
Sorry, got a bit off track there. We made our way toward
Yellowstone Lake, and we started down the Storm Point Trail. The sign at the
beginning encouraged us to stay in groups of 4 or more and to make noise so
that we would not surprise any bears. The movie at the visitor center that we
saw the first day encouraged us to yell “Hey Bear” whenever hiking. Jonathan
and Andrew entertained themselves coming up with some alternatives to this.
When Natalie remembered to retrieve her waistpack from the
rocks, we continued on our way, walking along the windswept lake. Yellowstone
Lake is huge, one of the bigger inland lakes I’ve ever seen (obviously Great
Lakes notwithstanding). A while later we came to an outcropping of rock that
extended about 30 feet into the lake. We sat, many of us checking our phones,
taking pictures with our phones, listening to music with our phones. No
escaping technology, and the simple truth is most of us don’t want to.
This last night promised to be a bit warmer, and we enjoyed
one last campfire at Yellowstone.