I pause to reflect today on why people come to Yellowstone National Park to work. There is the pleasant answer that everyone here loves nature. If that was the case, I would see more employees with binoculars and cameras around their necks.
Those people are here. Don't get me wrong. Their reasons for loving the Park are pure and noble. Their cars are covered in Park stickers. They have the proper outdoor gear. They even cross country ski.
And then there is everyone else. I shouldn't even say this, but sometimes it looks like The Island of Doctor Moreau here. If you've never seen the movie, consult Wikipedia...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Island_of_Doctor_Moreau. Creepy film, so most of you should like it. Order it up on Netflix next time you are at a loss for a movie to order.
Anyway, there is a subculture of people here who appear to have escaped from Dr. Moreau's island. It seems impossible that they were capable of finding their way here. Maybe there is an underground railroad for them. I don't know.
But when I reflect, I realize that this is the perfect place for people who do not fit in the outside world. They are instructed on how to do their jobs, which are in most cases repetitive and simple. Food and lodging are deducted from their paychecks...no bills to pay. And for the most part, everyone just gets along. On our isolated "island," the differences work.
Yellowstone is also good for people trying to clear their heads from the clutter of the outside world. Widows, widowers, divorcees, and soon to be divorcee shave a wonderful opportunity to avoid being alone. Someone is always planning a hike or a trip to West Yellowstone. Everyone is invited. No one is a third wheel like you are back home when the married couple asks you over for dinner because they feel sorry for you. And friendships made here can last a lifetime.
There are many other groups on my "island." Married couples, retired but not tired folks, the unemployed, the bucket list people....you meet them all. Personally, I am here to write and shake up my world. Right now, I'm not getting in enough writing time because there is so much to do and there isn't much privacy. I am getting better at writing even while my roommate is talking to herself or snoring.
I missed them and their droppings.
I went out to see Old Faithful, but it didn't blow while I was there.
Too darn cold to wait around.
We had a pep rally tonight at the Old Faithful Inn.
We were introduced to all of the department heads and did some team spirit.
I think we need school colors and a mascot. Perhaps the Pooping Bison. We could have brown shirts....
Don't worry. No animal dropping pictures this time.
Yawn...time for bed. Where are the ear plugs? Roomie is snoring the lines to a three act play I think.