Established in 1872, Yellowstone National Park is arguably one of the most beautiful places in America and maybe even the world. There is no doubt about why annually, millions of tourists worldwide flock to visit the park and admire its enchancing 2,219,789 acres of beauty and wildlife. Located in Wyoming, Idaho, and Montana, the park is famous for waterfalls, mountains, geysers, and even hotsprings, In fact, this place is known for having half of the world's hydrothermal features. It also is home to tons of animals like elk, bison, mule, deer, bighorn sheep, grizzly bears, black bears, wolves, moose, coyotes, mountain lions, and more. After visiting the park, I learned there are ton of mesmerizing physical features and even a lot of history taking place in the founding of the park. Yesterday, I went to visit Yellowstone National park.
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“After Lewis and Clark traveled on their expedition, tales of Yellowstone spread like wildfire,” our tour guide told us. “Nathaniel Pitt Langford led another trip here. He wanted to build rails so people around the country would use them to visit. He was mesmerized by its beauty and knew you he would get tons of visitors. So he came back again and this time brought scientists and photographers to explain and spread the stunning beauty of the place. He was hoping to attract tons of visitors. Once the pictures were released, many realized that the area’s beauty and wildlife must be conserved and in 1872, it became the first national park in America. But, there was a bumpy road on the way, literally.” A couple of people listening chuckled. “Until 1883, because of an economical crisis, there were no rails built in that direction and unless you wanted to travel through miles and miles of rigorous trails, you couldn’t visit the park. In the first few years, there was less than 500 visitors annually. Luckily, once the rails were built, that number exponentially grew. And I mean, who wouldn’t like to see this.” He ceud his arms toward the door and as if it was perfect timing, we were parked and the bus door opens. Thrilled, everyone grabbed their belongings and hopped off the bus. Water created a swish sound when splashing against the rocks as a river flowed in front of us. It trailed forward with evergreen trees and other tall trees up till a mountain. Streaming down from the mountain was a tallest waterfall I have ever seen. The sky was clear and bright blue except for a few puffy cotton candy clouds. A little farther on our left, there was a big wooden building. “Stand here,” A parent pointed and their kid posed for a picture. “Smile!” I also tried to take a picture but I gave up because my cellphone couldn’t come close to capturing its beauty. Our guide waited a few minutes to let people look around before he continued. “This place was inhabited for thousands of years by the tribe we call sheep eaters. Their main food source was, you guessed it, the bighorn sheep that live in this area.” He led us to the building and through an area next to the ticket booth reading “Tours Only.” He showed an ID to a girl. She nodded and let us all in. Inside, there was a trail leading to
“After Lewis and Clark traveled on their expedition, tales of Yellowstone spread like wildfire,” our tour guide told us. “Nathaniel Pitt Langford led another trip here. He wanted to build rails so people around the country would use them to visit. He was mesmerized by its beauty and knew you he would get tons of visitors. So he came back again and this time brought scientists and photographers to explain and spread the stunning beauty of the place. He was hoping to attract tons of visitors. Once the pictures were released, many realized that the area’s beauty and wildlife must be conserved and in 1872, it became the first national park in America. But, there was a bumpy road on the way, literally.” A couple of people listening chuckled. “Until 1883, because of an economical crisis, there were no rails built in that direction and unless you wanted to travel through miles and miles of rigorous trails, you couldn’t visit the park. In the first few years, there was less than 500 visitors annually. Luckily, once the rails were built, that number exponentially grew. And I mean, who wouldn’t like to see this.” He ceud his arms toward the door and as if it was perfect timing, we were parked and the bus door opens. Thrilled, everyone grabbed their belongings and hopped off the bus. Water created a swish sound when splashing against the rocks as a river flowed in front of us. It trailed forward with evergreen trees and other tall trees up till a mountain. Streaming down from the mountain was a tallest waterfall I have ever seen. The sky was clear and bright blue except for a few puffy cotton candy clouds. A little farther on our left, there was a big wooden building. “Stand here,” A parent pointed and their kid posed for a picture. “Smile!” I also tried to take a picture but I gave up because my cellphone couldn’t come close to capturing its beauty. Our guide waited a few minutes to let people look around before he continued. “This place was inhabited for thousands of years by the tribe we call sheep eaters. Their main food source was, you guessed it, the bighorn sheep that live in this area.” He led us to the building and through an area next to the ticket booth reading “Tours Only.” He showed an ID to a girl. She nodded and let us all in. Inside, there was a trail leading to