Wednesday, September 15, 2010
What a surprise!
I got on the bus this morning to a wonderful surprise. One of my favorite men of all time was on the bus and sat with me for the ride to Mammoth. Bob is 85 years old and has been working seasonally and as a volunteer here in Yellowstone every summer since the late 1960s. He's a treasure-trove of stories and not afraid to say what he thinks. He's a curmudgeon of the first degree, but somehow he's taken a liking to me and we have a great time. He fascinates me because he was educated at Exeter, Princeton, and Stanford, was a WWII soldier, and worked as an engineer for a few years before he gave it all up to be a Yellowstone Park ranger during summers and a southern California surfer during the winters. He's hard of hearing, which makes conversation tough, but I relish every moment I have with him. If only he were...40 or 50 years younger--I'd have a huge crush. I've seen the pictures--he was a handsome devil in his younger days! He had to take an ambulance ride to Livingston last night (he's ok, thank goodness), which is why he was catching a ride back to the park this morning. So, I didn't get my nap, but it was worth it to sit by my friend and gossip at the top of our voices the entire ride to work this morning.