12 Day Road Trip: Day 10: From Kellan's Eye

On Day 10 of vacation, we were headed for Kellan's most anticipated destination, Yellowstone Park.

We were up bright and not so early... we almost missed breakfast at the hotel. What can we say, we were in full on vacation mode.

We hit the road from Bozeman with Gardiner, MT programmed in our GPS as the gateway to Yellowstone.  

As we approached Livingtston, Kellan confiscated the point and shoot camera.  This post is brought to you by Kellans photos and from what we imagine was his perspective with a *Blair Witch Project Perspective.

*As a side note, the author of this blog has never seen the Blair Witch Project, but I have seen enough previews to have an idea.  The authors husband claims that he saw it with this author.  Since the author has never seen the movie, this means that the authors husband saw the movie with a previous girlfriend.  We'll let him keep that story to himself.  Back to Kellan's post.

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We have been trapped in this car for what feels like an eternity and we're flying down the road at mach speeds.  At least the driver quit zipping around those corners like a race car driver.  I was about to loose my lunch yesterday.  Now, I'm just watch the world zip by.  It's so fast that I can't even focus on the trees.

Mickey, are you good, man?

I know, these people may be crazy.  They driver and co-pilot keep talking about how they must have coffee, they can't live without coffee, life isn't complete without coffee.  Don't they know that we are a in the middle of a skeptical place with no Starbucks.  I think that they have truly lost their minds.

It's official, they've all lost their minds and they've taken Oliver with them.

They drove up to this shack in the parking lot and they keep saying how great it is that they finally got their coffee.  Don't let Oliver have any coffee.  We don't need to lose him to coffee too.  He's the only one that is somewhat normal around here and he looks like he's losing it over there.

Maybe I should send out for a rescue team.  This place is desolate and serves coffee in random shacks. I'm not feeling so confident that we'll ever find Yellowstone.  They keep speaking of Buffalo, Elk, Bears and something called Old Faithful.  All I'm seeing is street signs and electrical wires.

I should have packed more bar snacks.

It's getting crazy in here.

Finally, we're starting to see something that may resemble Yellowstone, or a one way street to the middle of nowhere.

She's losing it, people.  Singing, dancing, wild hair and driving with one hand.

The ship just may go down.

At least I'm wearing my lucky Crocs with light up shark eyes.  They'll keep us safe, Mickey, and light the way.

Oh no... he's got his crazy eyes on us.

DON'T. MAKE.EYE.CONTACT.

Wait... what's that?  The driver is hands free and getting jiggy with it.

That's it!!!  It's the end of the road.  We're all going down!

Is that it?

Is that the gate to the edge of nowhere?

Did they really drive us off the edge of sanity?

Hold on, Mickey, I think we're going in.