
More Wonder (entry for 9/25/24) In my last blog post, I recounted the beginnings of my family’s trip to Yellowstone National Park in the summer of 1951. I also talked about how the book Cubby in Wonderland had affected and influenced my attitudes about the trip. And I had ended the post by recounting my mother’s cautionary tale about what would happen to me if I wasn’t careful near the geysers and hot springs. It wasn’t fair! Cubby’s mom hadn’t tried to scare him like that! And my mother hadn’t tried to scare my sister, who was even younger than I was! Having accomplished her purpose, however, my mom soon turned to marveling at the wonders herself. Although, for her, the wonders weren’t just the thermal ones. She loved the campground and, in particular, our campsite, which was among gorgeous pine trees, reminiscent of the ones around her mother’s cabin near Denver. She wasn’t at all frightened or worried about the grizzly bear that had awakened my dad and ...