That cool front that moved in Saturday evening made for great sleeping weather. It was a clear, beautiful night. I woke up early Sunday morning while everyone else was still sleeping and headed to the bathroom,when about halfway there, I was struck with awe over how majestic the scenery was. I actually took a picture and may have even sent it to some people. The picture doesn’t even do it justice. The air was that clear, clean morning air and the sky was so blue and even though I couldn’t get a visual, I heard bison nearby. I returned to from the bathroom and everyone was still sleeping so I decided to take myself for a drive around the park.
It was amazing. There were very few people but since it wasn’t that far past dawn, there were plenty of animals to be seen. I saw more horses, prairie dogs, a mule deer and even a bison I took a sweet – but safe – selfie with.
During my ride, I realized, that even though I had so much fun with this group, I like traveling alone and am pretty sure there will be another “big” trip in my not so distant future. I will say this, there is nothing like having a co-pilot to provide you with a constant flow of drinks….
So morning was pretty short because we were coming home in a one trip and it was about 825 miles. We packed up all the gear, stopped at the gift shop and were on our way. The ride home was long, but the weather was good and there were no major traffic snafus so we couldn’t have been any luckier there. After dropping Jen and Nat off in Portage, I made it back to my house about 2:30 am. I was exhausted to say the least, but it was the good kind. The look what I just did kind. The kind that reminds you nothing is out of reach.