We were out on the Lake - looking out of small, grimy glass windows trying to make out the shapes of islands in the distance while the forced high-pitched voice of the tour guide threw out statstics in the background. Every word sounded like it had 3 invisible exclamation points tacked on to the end of it - like those tweens twittering with their omg!!! fish!!! is !!! awesome!!!
I was thankful when the boat captain pushed the throttle and the large engines roared loud enough to drown out the guide and her exclamation points. A few minutes later she stopped talking - finally aware that noone could really hear her. Then the captain shut of the engine letting the boat bob in the silent lake waters moving rhythmically with the flow. The silence was overwhelming. Surrounded by snow capped mountains in July, bobbing up and down in the soft blue waters of Yellowstone lake - even the wind calmed down to a breeze allowing us city-dwellers a few moments of complete solitude amidst unforgetable beauty. We bobbed up and down for a few minutes and not one person on that boat made a sound.
Every trip has a moment - a moment that captures the essense of the trip. A moment that remains stamped on our memories long after we have forgotten the dates, faces and packed itiniaries. Those few mins on a boat in the middle of a lake with no civilization in any direction as far as the eye could roam - those were the moments from my Yellowstone trip.
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