As an adult, I enjoyed camping up until a few years ago. The last time I tried sleeping in a tent was in 2008. I ended up spending the entire night walking laps around the campground.
Nightmares, night terrors, flashbacks, pseudo-seizures, insomnia, and sleep paralysis all made trying to sleep AWFUL. Adding a tent in the mountains to that mix was disastrous.
But I missed camping. I wondered if I would ever be able to enjoy it again.
A few months ago, I started planning a trip to Yellowstone National Park.
I researched all the good places to fish. Hikes I wanted to go on. Places I wanted to see.
I was excited, but I wasn't sure if I would sleep at all. BJ reassured me that if we needed to pack up and come home early because it was too hard to sleep in the tent, we would. I didn't have to worry.
It was awesome.
At night, I slept soundly.
I spent the days exploring, hiking, fishing, and having the best time.
|Firehole River with fumaroles and geysers all around. It was a beautiful (and interesting and different) site to see.
I visited Old Faithful, Fountain Paint Pots, Firehole Falls, Kepler Cascades, Sulfur Caldron, and several other amazing sites.
I hiked up Nez Pearce Creek and fished along the way.
I hiked around in Yellowstone Grand Canyon, and visited Artist's Point. (It was slightly anti-climactic to get to the end of the hike and realize we could have driven there... Still, it was gorgeous.)
I hiked up DeLacie Creek to Shoshone Lake and fished along the way. (Three miles to the lake. ONLY accessible via trail. That was way cool.)
I fished the Gibbon, the Madison, and the Gallatin.
I was devoured by flies and mosquitoes... it was itchy for a few days, and then it got better.
And I didn't get eaten by a bear, because I promised my mom I wouldn't.
I survived BJ keeping and eating a fish. (Hey Dad, are you proud? I did it!)
|A pool of very hot water. I can't remember it's real name, but BJ called it "Pool of Instant Death"
|A geyser that wasn't Old Faithful, but I thought it was cooler than Old Faithful.
|Nez Pearce - I caught the first fish that day, which meant I caught the first fish of the trip!
|Sometimes BJ likes to hike in his socks.
|Climbing over logs to cross the stream to get to the little hole (without frightening fish). This is my, "I'm triumphant!" pose.
|My "honey hole". Seven casts in a row = seven fish in a row. (I love that BJ's fly rod is also in this picture.)
|Mosquito bites. My whole body looked like this. Even with long sleeves and insect repellent. Nobody better give me any lectures on "selfcare". I tried!
|I just thought this tree was amazing. It was still alive and growing. It should have been dead and on the bottom of the canyon, but it found a way to not only survive, but thrive. I admire trees (and animals, and people) like this one.
|The falls from the trail. Do you love my Chaco's? I love my Chaco's.
|The falls from Artist's Point.
|Fishing the Gibbon
|I'm very proud of this picture. To me it just says, "Montana Fly Fishing". That was a great day.
It was such a good, healing, relaxing, wonderful trip. Feels like ME. That feels happy, and exciting, and... good! The next trip has been planned for more than a year. It will include horses... updates to follow. :)