Driving-in-summer drives me happy until doesn’t need to be driven the Yellowstone National Park route.
Two years ago I wrote this: “The Yellowstone National park hosts unnumbered loads of visitors warping the roads and the trails like divisions of tanks on parade onto a crystalline meadow.” Then, 2017 . . .
Mourning each last beats of joy at Grand Teton, and after having chosen to target the north via the unavoidable south west passage through the Yellowstone, that morning I early took the road, expecting to shun the rush hours and the common traffic jams of the glorious landscape.
Soon, despite the so called early time frame, a jam ran down the tar. A weird one.
Dozens of bison-families were keeping their right on the road, toward the south; on the opposite direction and heading to the north, I was able to cross the herd without delay; yet, behind the confident wild families, hundreds of vehicles carrying crabbed characters were stuck, glued, pinned at the asphalt — for hours!
Er . . . Did I tell you that I scorn human-droves early in the morning? Darn; Jams in wilderness, or crass nonsenses.
Written, Filmed, Edited and Directed by Philippe Bouyer-Gray.
Music by Drew D’Ascentis (ASCAP) and Sterling Campbell (ASCAP)
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