It feels like so long since I have written, these days I live now seem to be so long. We pack so much into a 24 hour day. It's funny because so many people come up with excuses of why they didn't or can't so something, that they were "busy." For some reason I always saw through this. That 24 hours is a very long time. That no one person could possibly be busy all day. Trust me, I am no saint, I used this excuse all the time in high school to get out of doing homework. If we all spent half the time we did on our phones or scrolling through pointless Instagram videos, on putting ourselves to good use. We would all be very productive people, sadly that isn't the case, and most likely never will be. We will all continue to use the excuse, "I am busy," not only lying to the people around you but lying to yourself.
I am not sure why I felt the need to share that, but it has always been in the back of my head.
So yea, I have seen a lot since the last blog I posted, I spent 2 days in Yellowstone, which were absolutely incredible. Kember and I have been having so much fun. It has been great to share all these laughs and beautiful places with her. I want to write all about what I did while I was in Yellowstone but it seems like so long ago to be honest. We have already moved on, hiking through the Grand Tetons, camping on a lake by ourselves in the middle of nowhere Wyoming and now Denver.
Although I will spend this time to jog my memory and try my best to share with you guys the most juicy details. The family that took us in our first night in the park invited us to breakfast the next morning. It was nice to have some real food in our stomachs (we usually skip breakfast while on the road). We got to know them all very well, they are a family of 5 just like mine, they definitely reminded me of my family so it was nice to have that moment. Even though we were still pretty much all strangers. Anyway a full stomach later and a family Christmas card photo we got to be apart of... I am pretty sure they tell everyone that, just so they can feel special. But it worked! I felt very honored! We went our separate ways.
It was rainy and cold our second day in the park so we spent the day just hanging out and sneaking from fancy lodge to fancy lodge. We even snuck into a hotel to take showers. Honestly, greatest moment so far. After that we saw a little bit more the park had to offer us and headed to camp. We made chili for dinner and were crying our eyes out for the next hour due to the onion I cut. Such a great time, no pain caused at all...
Then next morning we were faced with a few inches of snow and cold feet. I experience that a lot on this trip, but I had no idea what I was in for the following night. As we headed out of Yellowstone we said our final goodbyes to all the beauty it shared with us and we were off to the Grand Tetons. I have been scared a total of 2 times in my life... 1. When my dad went missing in Norway this summer, and 2. When we went for a hike in the Tetons. I have been quite an optimist so far on this trip, that we are totally fine, nothing bad will happen. But golly have I never been so scared to be attacked by a bear. Surely enough, were faced with a bear half climbing a tree to get berries... yes it was adorable but I was not ready to be attacked by a bear so we hurried out of there. Maybe next time I will be less of an optimist and get some bear spray, like it was oh so highly recommended.
We found ourselves a nice campsite off a very long dirt and bumpy road in Wyoming as we headed towards Denver. I brought out the axe to chop some wood for a campfire. I knew it was going to be a cold night but I had no idea how cold it was about to get. The second I finished chopping wood I was sweating so I began to think, I would have the best nights sleep of my life because I was so tired. Boy was I wrong, 10 minutes later with the sun totally set behind the mountains we huddled around the fire for warmth. We managed to make our way back the the ice box of a van and attempt to sleep. As the sun came up we were faced with every liquid in our van was frozen including the blood in my feet. I had lost feeling somewhere around 3 am yet I figured I would be fine. Mind you I had 2 pair of heavy socks on... But no, I even thought about pouring hot water onto them hoping to get a little feeling back. Kember was nice enough to help a sister out. Eventually I could walk again and we were off heading towards Colorado. Where I lay parked in a Walmart parking lot for the second time on this trip.
It's quite funny that it has been exactly 2 weeks wince we started this trip. Night 1 and night 14 have both been in Walmart parking lots... I really hope we don't keep that up. So far in Denver I have seen 5 Teslas. That lovely information is for my Father... In Norway one year we counted how many Teslas we saw and have been ever since. Another thing my sister and I have seemed to be doing even back in fairfield, whenever my sister saw a pickup truck she would say "Dad?" as it drove by. I soon got her to only say it to trucks that actually look like my dads because before she would say it to everyone that went by. That got harder as time went on, when every car we saw was a truck. So dad we are always thinking about you when a maroon truck drives on by, can't wait for the day when it actually is you in that truck...
Greta Ann Vanderblue.