The Fourth Day – Wednesday, August 13th

Our Journey into Hell

I remember taking a nice shower. Let me tell you, it was nice. My shirt was soaked from my wet hair. Barnabus and Nadia were rather happy too… Nadia was anyway. Barnabus was sulking, I think.

It was blazing outside, and even with wet hair, I was cooking. Even though it might have been a good idea to go swimming, we all were too hot to even think of putting on the effort to taking our clothes and putting on bathing suits. Well, actually, Nadia would, but she is psychotic enough to do anything. You just got to love that craziness!

I remember Mom and I hiked a little bit to a gentle spot in the Yellowstone River, and looked at a small pond with paddleboats. This was definitely a nice KOA. It was too bad it was so hot.

We found a German shepherd and hugged him, and let his owner brag about him. Everything was good.

Notice the scarcity of description. It was just too hot to concentrate on anything. It was at least ninety degrees, and only looked to get hotter. We were all moving slow. Even when my siblings and I were in a park, we just sat around, our eyes glazing back in our heads.

I was looking forward to sitting in a nice, air conditioned van for whatever amount of time it took, which happened to be two hours. Perhaps we could swim a little in the swimming pool at the next KOA we were staying at. That would be nice.

We had no such luck.