Dear Park,
I get to be you. Did you know that? Its seems impossible but somehow, I get to be geysers and grizzly bears and wildness and camping. I get to be cutthroat trout and steamy West Thumb kayak trips and their first inkling of how remarkable you are. I get to tell your story every day and yet I can't really explain what it means.
It means the gut-punch of gladness that comes when a seventeen year old with special needs squeals in excitement just to see a picture of Old Faithful on a video screen. It means a heart-melting connection was made when little ten year olds from England say they can't wait to grow up so they can come visit you. It means that I can create, I can educate, I can inspire. There is really nothing else.
Even from afar, the magic is palpable. Even from across an ocean, your lure is unmistakeable...and I get to soak it all in. I get to see their faces and hear their voices rise higher with excitement. Occasionally, I even get to receive their hugs and high-praise.
I have a feeling I might one day be asked if it was worth it and I will be humbled and honored to get to say, "yes".
Love Always, Me
