BUT, Wyoming totally blew my mind and I have to see more. (So, so much more on this later. In a nutshell it was gorgeous and amazing and beautiful and there were buffalo and I wanted to run away and start a ranch. Flip side, bears were in “hyperphagia," basically meaning they’re ready to hibernate and thus eat your face off, and all the rangers were like "IF YOU DARE TO GET OUT OF YOUR CAR, MAKE REALLY LOUD NOISES PLEASE BECAUSE OTHERWISE YOU’RE A SNACK." Um, pass.) So anyway, I’m taking the Ken Burns National Park Tour (I made that up. There is no such thing. There IS, however, a thing where you can go on a National Geographic Expedition around the world and sometimes Alex Trebek comes along. I mean, what.) and attempting to park-it-up as much as I can. Make no mistake: I will in no way be sleeping out of doors or in anything labeled a “campground.” I am, however, considering a hike.
Color me an outdoor lover.