I step out of the car and breath in the cleanest air ever to enter my lungs. Yellowstone! My Grandfather had stated multiple times that Yellowstone was the crown jewel of America, and goodness, he was right! I can instantly smell the sweet scent of pine that has laced the air and it is a brisk 50 degrees in the middle of July. This is where I feel the most alive! My grandfather and I start walking down one of the trails close to where we parked. There is a sign that has some information on it about the surrounding area. “Don’t read the propaganda!” Jokes my grandfather. He isn’t a fan of the park rangers around there and especially doesn't like all the signs that are around the park that tell “heroic” stories, glorifying the rangers. No, he and myself would much rather soak in the beauty that is Yellowstone and take in all that it has to offer.
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