We’ve made it a tradition in our family to spend Christmas Eve in Yellowstone. While any day is a good day to play in the park, I really like to get us out the day before Christmas. We get away from the frenetic Santa-waiting and presents and commercialism. We do that stuff, too, just not until Christmas morning.
I keep saying that our family motto is “Get Outside as Often as You Can.” I was even quoted in this article in the Farmer’s Almanac about ways to get outside on Christmas. Someone should cross-stitch or needlepoint that motto for me.
It’s often easier to snuggle down in the house, put on a movie, and zone out, but whenever we make the effort, I’m glad we get out. I’m glad we cultivate some hygge. (And then those snuggly days at home are extra special.)
This Christmas Eve was gray, and not everyone was feeling 100 percent. To be honest, it wasn’t the most joyous day. But, it was still fun. It was still good to get outside. And it was really rad to keep the tradition alive.
Here it is. Soaking in the Boiling River and a little ski around Mammoth’s Upper Terrace Drive.
(Boiling River photos by Henry.)