LONG STORY SHORT By Kristine McGowan
Our first visit to Yellowstone happened in September 2017. We were 25, living in a shabby apartment in Long Beach, and hadn't seen much of the world beyond our home state of California. We were also dating at the time, although by the end of our visit, we would be engaged.
We loved Yellowstone. The geysers, the hot springs, the canyon, the bison—our time here felt all too short. When we finally had to leave, we didn't know when we'd get to visit again. If we ever would.
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LONG STORY SHORT By Kristine McGowan  You can roll your eyes, but I’ll say it anyway: I’m an introvert. And a pretty extreme one at that.
Starting new friendships has never been easy for me. Hell, talking to a stranger can make my spine go rigid. I can’t count how many times someone’s tried to spark conversation with me in line at the grocery store, and I babbled something bordering on gibberish while looking for an escape. LONG STORY SHORT By Kristine McGowan  Steve and Holt rest easy at our last campsite in Utah before we head into Wyoming. Jason and I don't fight much. In our first 10 years as a couple, our only arguments developed into petty insults that plunged us both into irresistible laughter. But now, in our 11th year together, I admit that we've been snapping at each other more often. That's what happens when you uproot your life and stuff it into a 146-square-foot trailer, I guess.
While it was our dream to hit the road full-time, The Big Trip has also placed us in high-pressure situations frequently. And our first night in Wyoming would turn out to be one of them. LONG STORY SHORT By Kristine McGowan  Jason (red helmet) and I (blue helmet, orange PFD) paddle into a love for rafting on our first whitewater trip on the Merced River in 2017. The river is in charge.
That's the universal rule of whitewater rafting no matter where you are. From the big waves of the Colorado to the croc-infested waters of the Nile, the same rule applies: The river is in charge. |
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