Yellowstone didn’t feel like Earth, at least not the part of Earth I knew. Boiling springs, endless steam and colors I’d only seen in dreamscapes made it feel surreal. It was wild and raw. We weren’t just visiting a national park, we were walking through a living canvas of time and transformation.
We started our visit with one of the park’s most iconic sights – Old Faithful. Just as expected, the geyser erupted right on time, sending a powerful jet of steam and water into the sky. Everyone around us paused, quiet. It was one of those moments that makes you appreciate how ancient and alive this land really is.
Grand Prismatic Spring: A Pool of Color
Next, we walked toward the Grand Prismatic Spring. From above, it looked unreal: fiery orange, deep blue, vibrant green. The steam rising from the spring made it feel almost magical, like something out of a fantasy world. We stood there for a long time, just taking it all in.
A Traffic Stop Like No Other
On our way out of the park, we hit unexpected “traffic” – a herd of bison slowly crossing the road. Massive, majestic and totally unbothered by the cars. We rolled down the windows, stayed quiet and watched in awe. It was such a humbling moment, being reminded that this land belongs to them long before it ever belonged to us.
Leaving, but Not Forgetting
Yellowstone was wild, raw, and breathtaking. We left with muddy shoes, memory cards full of photos and hearts a little fuller. Sometimes, the best part of a trip isn’t the destination, it’s how it makes you feel. And this one made us feel wonderfully small in a wonderfully big world.
