I’m going to just be honest here. Seeing Old Faithful, didn’t blow me away. To see Old Faithful for the first time at forty is a little like going to Disneyland alone at forty.
If you miss it as a kid, it’s just, not that exciting. Plus there are all those people standing around in line, blocking the view.
Then again, I’m an introvert and frequently go out of my way to avoid crowds. I will say, one of the best parts of Yellowstone National Park is actually right beside Old Faithful. Upper Geyser Basin and it’s downright rad!
This area, no matter how old you are, is mystical. My first, pick if you’re planning what to see in Yellowstone in three days.
Fewer people crowd around the same Geyser in the Upper Geyser Basin. There is swell, a small crowd that wanders over together, just after Old Faithful blows. Yet rather quickly, people begin to spread out and explore.
Walking along Firehole River, I got my first glimpse of what lies ahead.
One blue eye peeks out of the ground, the Chinaman Spring. Named after a Chinaman who pitched his tent over the spring, thus turning it into a boiler and triggering an eruption nearly 30 feet high.
Bello and I forged ahead and there it was! The other eye peeking up from the ground. Blue Star Spring winking as if it holds a secret six feet below. Perhaps the story of a Bison calf that fell in, back in 1980? Something I wondered about looking around and seeing a few Bison among the Geyser plums in the view.
Was this real?
Orange, rust and white, rim vivid pools of aqua marine water. I began to wonder if we’d wandered onto the set of Barbarella instead of a National Park.
It’s a full sensory journey color, smells and temperatures shifting constantly.
I was enchanted. Where Old Faithful asks that you wait, the Upper Geyser Basin is a constant chorus of bubbles, burps and farts. It’s a full sensory journey color, smells and temperatures shifting constantly.
At times, the earth seems to strum below your feet. Could this even be safe? Yet, the colors call you forward, a spa like siren of nature.
If you stand still long enough, you can see the full cycle of some of the Geysers.
They rumble and gurgle, splash hot water into the air, then suck it back, as if they are a summer pool itself at play. At times, spray catches the wind and rains down on your journey.
Each Geyser has it’s own name, it’s own story. Each unique. Yet one thing is consistent among them all. Their character brings a strange calm over the crowd in an unusual show of mass appreciation.
By the time we wound our way back to Firehole River, the crowd had all but disappeared. Those left walking the well kept trail seemed as in awe as I felt.
Now, I will fully admit, I was so entrenched in trying to take it all in, that I might not have recorded the name of all the Geysers correctly.
If you find errors, I do hope you’ll let me know so I can correct them.
One thing I know for sure, is this guy is a Bison and he was a biggie!
Yellowstone National Park was one of many stops on our Cross Country Road Trip. Upper Geyser Basin alone made it worth the extra few days we spent exploring along the way.
In the coming days this week, I’ll share my other favorite spots in Yellowstone. I hope you’ll join us to see more of the wonders within the worlds first national park.