Road Trip Rules

After 3 days, 32 hours in the car, and at least 2317 miles driven...I can confidently say that my summer adventure in Yellowstone has begun.

As a small caravan, we trudged through the windy mountain roads of Tennessee, barely stopped to say "Hi" in Kentucky, straddled Illinois and Missouri in Kansas City, rode astounded by the beautiful terrain of Colorado, became even more astounded by the Rockies lining the hills of Wyoming, and finally placed our feet down in the grand state of Montana. Whew. I still get tired thinking about it.

We sought to present ourselves with motivation through allowing for various stops such as Cabela's in Kansas City and a few restaurants...which includes 17th Street near St. Louis which is very well known for it's nationally famous ribs (as seen on Food Network and Travel Channel). We also had the opportunity to visit Little Bighorn Battlefield where Custer last stood.

As crazy as it sounds, I honestly would drive 32 more hours to see the sunrise painted across the mountains which Amber and I saw as we drove from Billings to the north entrance of Yellowstone. I just kept imagining God laying out the land and pressing his fingers into it. Each time we would come around a bend, just as we were almost speechless, God just gave us another set of mountains to look at. (As if He was saying, "In case you just aren't sure yet." The mountains claim his majesty.

So now, I have a uniform (complete with a chef's hat like the one from Ratatouille, yes! It's pretty sweet.) and a meeting scheduled for the morning. And one thing I have learned quickly: There is something so interesting about living, working, and eating with the same people all summer. I'm sure I will have more stories to come.

Pictures later! I promise.