Always Take the Road Less Travelled

Hello Everyone!

After falling off the grid for a week or so, were back in civilization, and blogging once again (Hurrah!) Since we last talked with you the public, we have been in the states of Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, and Washington, and are currently stopping briefly in Canada so that Chris can mingle with his people before heading back down to the US (you know how whales and dolphins have to come up for air every once in a while because they can't breathe underwater? Its similar with Canadians. They have to resurface up to Canada every so often or else they drown in the United States. Its more about heat reduction in this case though.)

Our first major stop after the last blog post was Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming. It was our first trip into the Rocky Mountains, and it was spectacular. Yellowstone is known for its geologic activity, and the geysers were incredible. Truly unlike anything I have ever seen. We took a couple of great hikes to see great views of the geysers and all of Yellowstone.

However, the single greatest thing that we saw in Yellowstone, and maybe on the whole trip so far occured on our first morning in the park. After getting up before 7 o clock (When youre camping you go to sleep basically when it gets dark out because theres really little to see after that other than stars and its too dark to do anything, so our days started quite early), we decided to drive up and see Old Faithful. On the way there we saw a turn off that led to a small side road. On a whim, I turned to Chris, and said "You want to turn right here?", and he responded "Yeah, why not?" Best nonchalant agreement hes ever made in his whole life right there.

Once we turned, we drove for about a mile through mist covered fields before we broke through some of the fog. Once we could see a little bit, we were astonished to see about 50 buffalo surrounding the road on both sides. We pulled off the road and got out to take some camera footage, and it was incredible. They were less than ten feet away in some cases and were just grazing along the road. For someone whose sole goal on this trip was to see just one buffalo, this was more than a dream come true. To wake up and just end up in the middle of a mist covered field full of buffalo was absolutely legendary. I mean, probably on 75% of the days of my whole life, i'd still be asleep at that time and maybe dreaming this was happening, but instead, due to a fortuitous turn, I was truly experiencing it. Imagine if Chris had said, "Nah, lets just go to Old Faithful" instead of "Yeah, Why Not?" My life would probably be very different today.

After a couple of nights in Yellowstone with the geysers and the buffalo, in order to satisfy Chris' insatiable desire for breasts, we travelled to Large Breasts National Park (sometimes known as Grand Tetons, its French translation), just south of Yellowstone. We stayed at Jenny Lake, which my mom had gone to when she was younger and absolutely loved. It was an idylic location right on a glacial lake surrounded by gigantic peaks (Grand Tetons). We spent a couple of days there hiking through the mountains and relaxing by the lake.

After we left Grand Tetons, we had been camping for over a week, and we were very ready for a warm bed and some good old social contact. So we hightailed it to Seattle (and by hightail it I mean spent an excruciating amount of time in Montana and Idaho before finally getting to Seattle), where we were among the people yet again. We hung out one night with my cousin Courtney's friend from Ireland, who showed us a good time downtown despite having to wake up for work at 430 am the next day (I know, that is absurdly early, although my dad somehow wakes up that early by choice everyday) Courtney has now aided us greatly in two cities so far despite living on the opposite coast, so id like to give her a shout out for that, and shes also coming to meet us in LA in a couple weeks, so will also be contributing to the blog.

On our second day in Seattle, we had another, small world, only can happen while travelling moment. After spending the day walking around downtown, we ended up chilling be the waterfront after one of the museums we were at closed unexpectedly early. There were a bunch of people going for runs, and one guy looked exactly like a buddy of ours from college, but he was from the east coast and there was no way he could be running along the waterfront in Seattle. Lo and behold however, it was him. After buzzing for like an hour about how truly random the meeting was, (He had moved to Seattle less than a week ago, and what were the odds in such a big city that hed literally just happen to run into us) he took us out for a great night in Seattle. Its just so completely random that I still cant get over it. What craziness will this road trip bestow on us next? Stay tuned....

Keep it real

Nick