b1-66er: '67 and I were here, last time I was in Ys...
Dear Hunter: Oh man. Such a simple pleasure now gone. It's a bit sad. Another loss.
66: The park changes all the time, the same way clouds in the sky do.
People who go there expecting it to be 'as awesome as I remember it' are setting themselves up for internal hardship.
DH: But, it's a bonifide statistical miracle to have even One Ys.
66: Yes.
DH: I think that's part of it. It's not like a Disney installation where you can throw money and build another.
66: That's right.
If you wanna remember it. I mean REALLY remember it, bring your camera, or a notebook...
... Better...
... Bring a chair (or blanket), a bottle of water and a watch.
Set an alarm for 2 hours.
Do nothing.
You'll remember.
DH: Exactly.
66: The greatness of America's National Parks is they're open to the public.
That's also its Achilles heel.
b1-67er: You know all they need to reopen the boiling river is a dirt road near it and a dirt parking lot. Visitors will rebuild the pools.
66: Live free or die!
Don't tread on me!
67: I went backpacking with some friends to a place called Sykes that had hotsprings at the edge of a river. It was 11 miles in. The pools were built by pickpockets. There were several nice spots that were a couple feet deep.
66: Why pick pockets?
Nekked people need a place to hang up their clothes?
67 Oops.apparently autocorrect thinks backpackers and pickpockets look the same.
