Last July I went to Yellowstone. I’ve written before about how I wasn’t exactly the most excited to go, primarily because I really, really, really hate camping.
So you might wonder, why would I even go to Yellowstone, if I knew camping would be involved and I hate it so much?
The most honest answer is that I give in to peer pressure way too easily (Seriously, I’m lucky no one in high school ever tried to get me to do meth, or my life would look a whole lot different right now), and my friend wanted to go.
There were other reasons, though that was the main one. But even though I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it and I spent a fair bit of time cold, cranky, and unshowered, I still have to admit that Yellowstone is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.
From the multi-colored thermal features, to the mountains, to the rivers and wildlife, everywhere I turned in Yellowstone there was something amazing to see.
So while I may not be a camping convert, I wouldn’t mind going back to Yellowstone again.
Well, maybe in, like, a heated RV or something.