Instead of spending our last few nights of the trip at a pricey Airbnb outside of Bozeman, we instead chose to revisit our favorite National Park, our second home if you will, Grand Teton National Park. It’s French for Big Boobies by the way. Seriously, it was named by lonely French fur traders. Anyways, we love the place.

An added bonus to us coming back to Big Boobies was a trip through Yellowstone, the O.G. of National Parks. Yellowstone is your favorite National Park’s favorite National Park. It is huge. It is a carnival. It is a place where nature can definitely put you back on your butt which, incidentally, it did to me. On the gentle descent down from Bunsen Peak, with my self feeling a bad ass after reaching the summit, I tripped over a rock and fell hard on my side. It was the same side holstering my trusty bear spray (purchased sometime in the late 1990s and definitely useless in case of a bear attack). The can dug deep into my thigh and I am sore. I can still walk. I can still talk. I can even chew gum (although it’s not advised due to dental concerns) but I cannot at this time do all three at one time.

But no matter. I will heal. And I find myself a mere four weeks later yet again with my best friend in the whole wide world at the best park in the U.S.of A.