Day Eight: Oh, goodbye good old Yellowstone!

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

We had a joyous snowball fight in the middle of the summer! Well, I’ll save the best for last! The beginning of our day was started by going to a bird museum at the RV Park. I was looking at birds, like the magpies, common crow, and raven when Jasmine made my look around the museum even better. She ran over, telling me that there are river otters. I loved river otters because they were so cute, and I ran off to look at them with her. They were adorable! They had small black eyes, and a small mouth with a mouth turned up at the corners, as if it were smiling. And I smiled right back at it. We took a look around that section of the museum, and then I spotted our national bird. The bald eagle! On a post, it read that the eagle was tracked from a radio connection for three years, and then they dropped her. But then, during the same year, they found her dead with no apparent reason and with the radio connection still intact. It was creepy and mysterious, but the eagle was cool. We walked alongside the river, freezing our hands in the water and whining that our hands were cold all the way back to the RV.

We were bison watching again. This time, we also saw a cowbird! They and the bison were great friends. The cowbird flew around him and suddenly landed on him. The bison liked it and stood still, just eating grass with his little friend perched on his back. It was a cute friendship!

Our day today wasn’t filled with action or anything else until the end of the day. So I guess I’ll have to tell you about the snowball fight. To begin it, I might tell you I had it with Jasmine (if you know her, you would have guessed she started it already). We were trying to take pictures that showed there was snow in the end of June, when Jasmine was like, “Ding ding ding! Light bulb! We can have a snowball fight!” Of course, she didn’t say that, she just sneakily picked up some snow, and then, KABOOM, pieces of snow fly past my ear. I stared over at her, then grabbed some snow, chased her around the RV and got her on her rear end, so it looks like she wet herself. I laughed; glad I got so lucky to hit her on my first throw. But she was quick and got some snow to get me back. We threw snow back and forth, until I saw my dad… he was videotaping us. This time, instead of throwing snow at Jasmine, I saw he was helpless when videotaping so, again, KABOOM! His shirt was wet! All he did was say hey when I ran away laughing. Jasmine got my back, and I got hers, so we were even. Instead of being cold all over, instead of our hands which were frozen from collecting snow, we were laughing and yelling that we wanted revenge and we were hot and sweaty. It was one of the best snowball fights I ever had, especially with the great background! And it was a sad but happy fight to our last day ( :( ) in Yellowstone!

Jasmine and I were inside the RV resting, when my mom burst in. There was a playground, we found out. So Jasmine and I slipped on our shoes and ran outside to find my dad at the playground. I noticed the odd shaped house on a hill. It was truly odd shaped!

I hopped on an empty swing. And when I noticed my dad in front taking pictures, well, I had the best idea in the world! I swung higher, and higher and then flung my flip flops off at him! Sadly, they both missed, but my dad got the idea and threw them back at me. After a while of flinging flip flops, our mom came out and told us not to do that. That was when it started getting boring. I sat down with my mom and dad on a wooden bench. They were talking to a person. I actually don’t who he was, but I knew he had one of the most adorable daughters! Her name was Zoë, she had short blond hair and she had just turned three! We slid down the slide, swung her on the swing, and talked about Mr. Lincoln. And George. She was saying it in a cute baby way, so I didn’t realize she meant the presidents on Mount Rushmore until later. We played and played until we had to go. Goodbye Yellowstone! Goodbye Zoë! Bye!