Remembering My Grandpa at Yellowstone National Park

I was not excited to go to Yellowstone.

The trip was mostly my friend’s idea. She wanted to go camping. To say I don’t like camping would be an understatement, though I prefer to say I have a healthy appreciation for the indoors.

But I still agreed, because I’m easily talked into things and because I thought visiting Yellowstone could be a fun adventure, and hey, maybe I didn’t hate camping as much as I thought I did?

(Spoiler: I really, really did.)

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