This is why I Love Road Trips
I was twirling my spaghetti on my fork, as my parents tried to decide our next vacation. California? No, we’ve been there a hundred times, Nevada? No, its just desert over there. Frustration was setting in, and I blurted out the first state that came to mind: Montana. Silence. I meant it as a joke. Then my mom said,” Hey, that’s a great idea. We do have some friends that we haven’t seen in a while.” So it was set, we would be going to Montana.
What I thought would be a joke turned into a reality. It’s not like I’ve never been to Montana. The first two times I’d gone we explored the wonders of urban Billings and it was exactly the same as any other city I’ve seen. But, August 27, 2009 we piled our luggage into the Suburban and began our journey of 700 miles. I’ve always been a fan of road trips but the idea of being in an enclosed space with all five of my family members was less than appealing. But as 10 miles passed, then 20 miles, then 100 miles I started to enjoy it more and more.
We made our way from Heber City through the long, winding asphalt road of Idaho. Gazing toward the Teton mountains, I thought of how it would feel to reach the summit and to inhale the fresh mountain air. Passing by each of the national parks made me want to get out of the car and to photograph their beauty, But then hunger set in and I was more worried about filling my belly than filling my camera. We stopped by a cozy, family restaurant named Smitty’s. As a vegan it is hard to find good food but at this restaurant I was chowing down on grits, toast, and fresh fruit. After the delicious meal we shared stories at the table of vacations gone wrong and funny moments. This is why I love road trips.
Making our way through Idaho we passed by small fishing towns like Island Park, Big Sky, Pocatello, and Fort Hall. We stopped at Fort Hall for a bathroom break but while they all were in the gas station I couldn’t help but stare at this man. He was tall, dark and had long braids that went all the way down to his back. He had an air of ruggedness, like he’s seen and done many things. This man was a Bannock. The Bannock are a Native American tribe that branched off from the Shoshonean people and were later moved to Ft. Hall , in 1833,by a man named Bonneville. Remembering my own Native American heritage I respected the strength of these Native american people.
Finally, we reached Montana late in the day and stopped for dinner at Cooke City. We ate at a place called Grizzly Pad Cabin. A rustic,looking place with delicios food. Since its near the Yellowstone area we bought rock trinkets like pyrite and rose quartz from nearby stores. The scenery was beautiful too, with large firs and colorado pines towering over us. And the crisp mountain air filling our eager lungs. This why I love road trips.
Our final destination was Bozeman, a famous artistic and liberal city in Montana. There we spent our time biking, nature walking, dune buggying, and spending time with good friends. What’s good about driving is you get to see everything and cherish it forever, you see them pass by but they are etched in your memories. This is why I love road trips.
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