We planned to spend a week in Yellowstone. Instead, thanks to the Government, we found ourselves waking up just 36 hours after arriving, and leaving.
We were kicked out.
Needless to say, we were pretty sad as we traveled the road out of Yellowstone. The park was deserted and with no one on the road, we took our time and drove very slowly. I put on "Annie's Song" by John Denver, because it just seemed fitting to listen to John Denver while in such a beautiful place. And as we left, we looked out our car windows and tried to fill up our senses with Yellowstone as it passed before our eyes.
We exited the park to what felt like near celebrity status. Cars, tour buses, and campers were parked outside the entrance to the park. As we exited the park, people stared at us. We pulled over so that I could get a picture of the kids in front of the Yellowstone sign. Once out of the car, we had people approach us with, "You got in? What was it like? Were you asked to leave? Were you allowed to see anything at all?" All our answers were met with expressions of disgust by these travelers from all over, some as far as Japan and Germany, who came to see God's creation, but were not allowed to.
Well, I got the picture I wanted in front of the sign.
And I got a picture of the kids in front of an unexpected sign too.