I entered Yellowstone at an entrance closest to my camp and it still took me an hour and a half to get there. I'm sure there are several countries somewhere that are smaller. My vote is to make it it's own country or at the very least a republic.
The minute you enter weird things begin to happen. The air changes and takes on an odor you think you recognize but can't place, I know eggs, hard boiled eggs. The steam flares up from one side of the road then the other. Cauldrons boil in pastels that most elite artist would envy. Huge, larger than life, beasts wander through these saunas as if its normal. Well, in The Republic Of Yellowstone it is the norm.
Landscapes, seascapes, watercolorscapes and surreal environments flow from a three dimensional canvass I can't begin to understand. And yet this eclectic world works, I guess, I'm here.
It's night and I'm ready to sleep. But instead of my usual thoughts of fantasies I will think instead of reality. The reality of the wold I find myself in. It's almost to much for this city kid to handle.
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