Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.
Sunday morning,
I woke up and tried to open my eyes.
I felt the exhaustion in my body.
The intense road trip was slowly catching up on all of us but we didn’t let that get us down.
We packed our stuff and left the historical Lake Yellowstone Hotel early in the morning. We had the whole park to discover plus a flight to catch in Salt Lake City in the evening.
Our first stop was at the Old Faithful, one of the main attractions of this park. This is an active geyser that erupts every half an hour to two hours. For time estimations when the next eruption will be, go check in the lobby of the Old Faithful Inn, the largest log hotel in the world that was built over a century ago. Worth a peek !
We continued to our next stop, Mid Geyser Basin. Here you can behold the Grand Prismatic Spring, a pool with very special colours caused by the bacterials mats and the extreme pure water caused by the constant heat of the pool.
On our way north we passed some bisons who were not giving a damn about the tourists in the park while strolling over the roads.
The Grand Canyon of Yellowstone was our next place to explore. Unbelievable how much diversity and beauty this one National Park has. Here you hike down a little path to get to the giant waterfall.
After a few snaps we decided to squeeze Mammoth Hot Springs in to our visit to this park and had a glance of the lower and upper terrace. Then we evaluated our time frame and it was not looking good.
We exited the park through the West Entrance (or West Exit if you want to call it that) and started our race to the airport of Salt Lake City.
After a few hours of driving I handed over the wheel to one of my German friends.
She stepped on the wheel.
And then she got pulled over by the cops.
We were four foreigners racing through Idaho to catch a plane to Los Angeles. My friend explained the situation to the highway patroller and told him we had a plane to catch in a few hours in Salt Lake City.
He gave us a well deserved ‘you guys are poor planners’ look and let us go with a warning.
Twenty minutes lost on our clock – We already had a whole game plan figured out. Two of us would go check us in while the other two would return the rental car and catch up with them.
With less than an hour before departure we entered Salt Lake City and two of us rushed inside the airport while the remaining two were dealing with the drop off of our rental car. After some rude customer service we finally could start our chase to the gate.
We made it right on time.
With our hearts beating fast and our minds full of great memories we flew back to Los Angeles.
This weekend was too short but if I only would have a weekend to do it, I would do it all over again.
The World on a Wim 