Black Girl in Montana (well, mostly Wyoming)
I recently flew into Montana and made my way to Wyoming. Not for work. Not for any reason except to experience the glory of Yellowstone National Park, America's very first.
I was invited out by a coworker from my last job, who has been working and playing in and around Yellowstone for decades. I decided it would be nice to see the park with a veteran, and I got pretty excited about all the wildlife to be seen. Unfortunately, some of my wildlife dreams were dashed. But I was able to see a beautiful national treasure, including the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone, the ever punctual Old Faithful, (smelly) mudpots, and some of the longest expanses of fields I'd ever seen.
I had an excellent tour guide and beautiful weather. I'm glad I took advantage of the opportunity to head out west and see how the other half lives. And I got in a little wildlife! Except two major players:
and the MOOSE.
Y'all. I wanted to see a moose so bad. And since I don't know anything about anything, I just expected them to be roaming the streets. NOPE. So, in the absence of a real moose, I leave you with the closest I got to one (in Jackson, WY).