August 9: Sarah is apparently ranked very high in her piano playing abilities, though she rarely plays for friends. “She’s in the higher levels. She’s like a black belt in piano.”
August 10: The colors of the Grand Prismatic Spring started as a burnt orange that faded to yellow before submerging into aquas and blues as the water levels deepened. The water was the same crisp and inviting shade of chlorinated pools. Emily wondered what it must have been like to see these springs for the first time without any warning. “The ground is boiling. That’s fucked up.”
August 11: Even at the Yellowstone’s National Park’s approved swimming area, taking a dip in the Boiling River is not a quiet experience. The Gardner River water is freezing and is supposed to be balanced out by the hot springs that pour into it. Instead, you experience streaks of cold and sudden scorching streams with the slightest change in location or current.
August 12: We were going to spend the majority of the night lying in a dark, open field in the middle of Idaho for the meteor shower. The threat of bears coming across us were pretty high. Brandon warned us to not act threatening to bears because that would provoke them to fight. Instead, we should aim to be just annoying that they would rather leave us alone than deal with us. He called in The Peewee Herman Defense.
August 13: The plaque at Jenny Lake went over the history of the woman who the body of water was named after. Jenny was a Shoshone Indian who helped with the Hayden Expedition in 1872. It had a humor note as it referred to her husband only as “Beaver Dick” despite his given name of Richard Leigh. Then it suddenly got dark as at the bottom corner, it described how Jenny and her six children died of smallpox only a few years later.
August 14: The freeway was edged in by sandy white hills on both sides. The hills were covered in black stones that people carefully arranged to write out messages to anyone driving by. Initials loving other initials, fuck cancer, and family names with the year they visited tagged just below.
August 15: After missing four days of training, I asked Maria what I missed while I was gone. She immediately listed all the things that they had for lunch. I missed burrito day.
August 16: At the construction site, the parking spot are taken over by piles of long metal poles that make thick, wobbling sounds when they clang against each other, like a ray gun in a science fiction movie.
much love,
hedgie
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