Thermal Pools and Bears
This may seem strange coming from a person that loves nature, but I was not totally impressed by Yellowstone. I didn’t like thermal pools, not even Old Faithfu, which was surrounded in cement. The Indians never really lived in Yellowstone. Why? The author didn’t say. My own belief is that they didn’t like the thermal pools either.
Now, don’t get me wrong, because coming into Yellowstone from Cody, you will see a lake of thermal poos, and they are beautiful. I have another reason for not liking them, and that is coming up.
I didn’t think that the country was all that beautiful either, but perhaps, I didn’t see it much since we only drove down the main road that went through the park. Now, the Tetons, I loved, just as I have always loved the beauty of Yosemite. Still, I have to say, there is nothing more beautiful than seeing a herd of buffalo or even wolves. The most spectacular thing I saw in Yellowstone was when we stopped to see what people were looking at. I got out of the car and crossed the road to ask what was happening. A man allowed me to look through his telescope, saying that a car had hit an elk, and five wolves and a bear had been fighting over it. When I saw the bear eating the elk and a white wolf nearby, I caught myself saying, “Wow! Oh, my God.” I wanted to stay there forever and watch, and I even wanted to walk up for a closer look. I hated nature shows because of these types of scenes, but seeing the real thing, well, it felt very different.
There were things that I noticed while driving through Yellowstone that caused me to buy this book. The first was a thermal pool the size of a child’s plastic swimming pool that was close to where we had parked. I stood looking at it in fear even though it had a rope around it to warn people of its danger. In my mind’s eye, I saw people falling into it. Hot boiling water that could kill a person.in an instant. I wanted nothing to do with it, and I was not even interested in taking a walk on a boardwalk over other larger bodies of thermal pools.
Next, my husband had to use the restroom, so we stopped at a much larger thermal pool where people had gathered to look. So, I got out of our car and went to look too. Before my husband could get back to the car, I had begun to feel ill and dizzy. I knew that it was from the fumes, so I headed back to the car, but just as I was reaching for the door handle, my legs began to buckle. I thought, “I am going to die.” I got inside the car just before falling, closed the door and rolled up the windows, and then I began to feel better. My husband came back to the car, and I said, “Let’s get out of here fast,” and told him what had happened. We drove away, me with a headache.
And last of all, we parked along the road where we saw people watching a herd of buffalo. We got out of the car to join them. Now these animals are not fenced in, and after a brief stay, one buffalo headed towards us, and when my husband saw that it was getting too close, he said, “Let’s get out of here before we can’t.” Others remained, even with their children.
We met my friend in Jackson Hole, just outside of Yellowstone, and she said that people are injured every year in Yellowstone. I only thought of bear attacks. And I was grateful that we had not seen bears on the road.
So, a Goodread’s friend had read this book, and now I have also. Sort of. It is sold in Yellowstone Park and should be a must read for anyone entering the park. As the country song goes, “People are crazy,” just as this book shows.Who would think to jump into a thermal pool after a dog that had just jumped in? Well, a man did just that. He dove in, and when they got him out his eyeballs were white, and his skin was peeling off in multiple layers. He died shortly after, after suffering for hours in pain. This reminded me of one of the Tibetan Buddhist hells or maybe that teaching came from Hinduism and made its way into Tibetan Buddhism. Anyway, I would not wish to be pulled out if I had fallen in. Death would come sooner. The chapter on this one subject when on and on, with people falling in when taking a photograph, with children running to jump into the pools, and all the other ways that people had fallen in to them, with all dying after getting pulled out. I repeat, I would not wish to be pulled out.
As for the buffalos, well, they are not cows, nor are they they for people to try to put their children on their backs in order to take a photo. They are not just wild, they are vicious. Then some people try to pet the bears. One woman fought with a ranger over having to keep her dog on a leash. “He will not harm the bear,” she stated. Then, instead of listening to him, she let him go right in front of the ranger. Her dog found a bear, and the bear found him. End of story.
The stories in this book were so gruesome, so horrifying , that I found my mind wandering in other directions. Then I found myself skipping pages and pages. I got what I needed out of it and then put the book down. A woman just wants to know that she was right, and I was right about Yellowstone, maybe not in its lack of beauty, but in its dangers. The best part of Yellowstone is its wolves, which bothered no one. They, at least, have the sense to stay away from thermal pools and people.