" 'Come down now', but we'll stay..."
-The Postal Service
Let me take you down, cos I'm going to Graveyard Fields. Might sound depressing, but it is the exact opposite. Life and its force are teeming here.
On a beautiful day, it will be packed. Parking seems tough, but someone is always leaving as you are arriving. Do not illegally park. You will get ticketed. Grab your jacket and your water and go.
The bathrooms are Porta-Potties with sanitizer. It is the only time I have ever used my on-the-go Clorox wipes. On my first reconnoiter, someone opened the door while I was staring at the toilet. I told them it was O.K.; I could not use it. A bit later, I loosened up as my bladder tightened. The point- make sure someone guards your bathroom door, as some locks do not work.
There is a map there. Take a photo of it. There are three falls. The Upper Falls are upper; the Lower Falls are lower. The lower ones are also called "Second Falls" on some maps. Yellowstone is dangerous and just for experts. Be careful of exposed metal rods that once held trail boards in place. Do not trip and impale yourself.
The Upper Falls trail takes you through all kinds of landscape. I swear, we became primal. We were on a movement quest. It felt right. Archetypical migration memories and fears arose from deep within me. I felt primed. If danger came at me I would quell it. Yet, I was still having a good time. I had found a balance.
When we got to a perpendicular creek, I told Ronni, my kid, that I did not want her to decide my fate. The kid's senses were right- cross this creek. You will even see a small plank, I think. Things will get muddy. Keep going.
O.K., I am guessing that you kept going. All I can say is that we did. The landscape changed, and you just know that you left a certain zone behind. We had entered Lothlórien. We left my husband, F., behind. We went higher. Some force impelled us to. We wanted to see the falls' birthplace. We went even higher, filled with exhilaration and a manic energy.
Then I realized the full impact of the laws of gravity with gravity. Fear of Ronni doing something reckless at the almost-top of a powerful waterfall made me stock-still. Negative scenarios crossed my mind. I had to stop ascending because an eight-year-old made me. I am still bitter about this, because I was bonding with Sophie, age twelve, and could also feel victory close at hand. Close at foot? I did allow them a quick close-up of the water's powerful grace.
That's when F. showed up. I was scared, because he is grizzly-sized, and I could not figure out how he got up there. He also dashed my dreams (re: Ronni). Then he and I got more familiar with the laws of gravity. The path that looked hobbity while going up became a mud chute when you had to descend. F. got a back boo-boo, and my arms almost got wrenched from their sockets. The kids were fine. Everyone was muddy. But our souls were cleaner than they had been in the parking lot.
Do not forget- no overnight camping due to bears. AT&T goes kaput the farther you go; Verizon doesn't. Oh, and of course, we had our daily portion of weirdness from strangers- yes, even on a hike- an impatient woman asking for directions chided us because we did not notice her child that was only one hundred feet behind everyone. Moral- kids under twelve are a hiking-at-heights hassle.
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