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I had an incredible summer. It passed by so quickly and I’m sad to see it come to a close.
As someone who gets to travel for a living, having done so for the past 14 years, I’m often embarrassed at the places I haven’t been. Take Yellowstone for instance. I’ve been to Cambodia, Uruguay and Taiwan but not Yellowstone, the granddaddy of all our nation’s national parks. A place so overwhelming in size and beauty that yes, I just compared it to entire countries.
This summer changed all that. I was shooting for Travel Channel in Yellowstone (it’s a pilot, can’t talk about it or I’ll jinx it) and because of logistics and red tape, we actually couldn’t shoot in Yellowstone National Park. So close and yet so far. But on the last day something miraculous happened…we finished way ahead of schedule. And so my intrepid stylist Christina and I borrowed one of the production SUVs and drove through the gates.
“We only have two hours, what direction should we go?” I asked the gate attendant. You could easily spend a month in Yellowstone and only scratch the surface. We had two hours. From the beginning I thought we were going to see some towering trees and maybe a jagged mountain range in the distance. It was going to be a nice drive through some pretty territory after which I would now be able to say I had been to Yellowstone. Lucky us! Within 10 minutes we saw a bald eagle perched right by its nest. Not more than 10 minutes after that, we saw a buffalo grazing on the side of the road. A BUFFALO! We passed by ghost forests, walked through geyser mist and listened to the bubbling of mud pots. We took our photos, ducked out of other people’s photos and basically shared in the glee of everyone, who like us, was totally in love with the place. My favorite part of that small two-hour window was kicking off our shoes and wading barefoot in the Madison River. The sky was the purest of blues and the only sound you could hear was water rushing by and the nearly silent cast of a fly fisherman. Our two hours done, we were sad to leave.
My next trip for the Travel Channel had me in South Dakota. We shot at Mount Rushmore, Crazy Horse, and the surprisingly quaint town of Deadwood. We met vacationers of all types: multi-generational families, men on motorcycle trips, ladies getting together with their best of high school friends–all celebrating the respite that the summer provides.
Then came August. It was my turn to be with my family. The twins are 7-month old giggling, crawling, happy babies. Kevin and I are lucky to have a small farmhouse upstate we escape to where the days are totally relaxed spent cooking, sweeping the front porch, and contemplating how big we should let the wasp nest grow before we do something about it. We ended our time upstate by heading to the county fair where we enjoyed looking at sleeping blue ribbon pigs and learning about cows. Did you know a cow secretes up to 25 gallons of saliva each day? We unfortunately had to pass on the 4H milkshake stand since its line stretched over 200 people long. We found out later that the milk in the very popular milkshakes is fresh from cows at the fair. Duly noted! Next year when we come to the fair it will be our first stop.
Yep, just like the end of every summer we’re making plans for the next.
How did you spend your summer?