When we were snowmobiling through Yellowstone I remember thinking how fantastic it was t hat I was t he one t o get t o share t his time wit h him. he t old me t hat he had want ed t o go t o Yellowstone his whole life and here we were. Out of everyone in our t our group he had been on a snow mobile more than anyone else so we held t he back. We took advantage of t his by lagging behind and taking more time t o check t hings out . We watched a fox run across a lake and stalk cautiously through t he woods, we watched bison graze, we watched t he steam rise out of t he vent s and soaked in as much as we could. My toes froze, I thought I could tough it out , my boot s were rat ed for -35F but it was enough. He pulled my feet up and tucked t hem in his "knee pit s" trying t o keep me warm. I felt like I was being tortured by t he cold but his excitement and his doting on me made it wort h every second. There a couple times t hat he would sit back on my lap and gun, lifting t he skis off t he ground and angering out t our guide but it made me laugh so he continued t o do it . He made me laugh a lot and loved t o make me laugh no mat t er t he cost .
-Megan
