Yellow, brown, blue, white, red, stinky, beautiful, bug-infested, quiet, Stone park

The Yellow, brown, blue, white, red, stinky, beautiful, bug-infested, quiet, Stone Park We keep driving into the woods, and see three bear cubs, then we decide it a good idea to keep moving because we saw an even bigger, brown, mother bear. The cold season made all of the lands have this brown tint to it. The ground was blanketed in a coat of brown leaves that fell due to the autumn season. The grass was starting to die but the forest was quite lively from all of the animals running around trying to stock up food for the up and coming winter season. We decide to take a break after that long day of exploring and go back to the ranch. We start to head back up the mountain and we then see, and this is not fictional, about twenty to thirty really large blue birds. Some of them were playing in the trees; I noticed one that flew beside us right up against the car window.  I then looked up, up in that cloud-evacuated sky, where the only thing noticeable was the golden sun shining as it harmonized with the chilled blue air. The rays gently lay themselves on top of our car where it keeps us just warm enough to be comfortable when driving through the brisk autumn season.
     Given the golden light reflecting out our car windows, there was something that you felt, something was creeping up behind us; the blue birds felt it, as did the brown bears. You looked up once again and the blue sky conversed with the golden sun that alerted you they knew it also. Winter, winter was almost upon us, although the fall season was up and running there was that little splash, just a small hint of winter in it. There was just enough to make you think of snowfall, just enough to bring thoughts of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows or whipped cream,  as you tasted it you end up getting hugged by whipped cream around your lips, and laugh as you see the gray steam rise out of the wonder filled mug. Yes, and hearing a big old man slide down your red brick chimney; he wears a large red coat and pants riding a crimson magical sleigh. Those feelings, those sounds, tastes, feels, all of this put together in one dense little taste of winter that butted up against autumn.
     Still driving up the mountains we then go past this wretched, downright horrible stench that smacks both nostrils with the mightiest hand one could ever endure. It was so, stinky, so, putrid, so repugnantly disgusting, that I am completely dumbfounded we got out of there with all of our senses intact. People, I highly suggest against driving or walking up next to a sulfur pit. It was filled with aggressive mosquitos, predatorial bugs that are not afraid to swarm their passer-byes, complete, persistent, and pestering bugs that refuse to leave until you do.
     Finally, after realizing the repulsive and idiotic mistake we had made, decide to stop nowhere else but our destination on top of the mountain. At last, we had made it, we turn a corner as the trees clear away and we are immediately confronted by the taste of that fresh country air, the sights of mountains that are topped with ice and snow, who remind you of that cup of hot chocolate that is finished with whipped cream. We get out o,f our car and spot a herd of buffalo peacefully walking around giving no attention to the predators that have just pulled up in our air pollutant vehicle. The sight was just beautiful, so beautiful in fact I spent quite a lot of time figuring out words to describe such divine and magnificent scenery to you all. By the time we had arrived it was getting dark, and what used to be a vibrant blue sky kissed with the yellow sun, now turned into a star-glittered evening, the sun had been chased away by the cream colored crescent moon. And then, solace and tranquility take over, as the only sounds heard is the ringing leftover in your hears from being acclimated to the loud pollution of the city. All was peaceful, the night was almost harmonious as everything felt like it just happened, that it all worked out and it all fell into its place. All is well as a small campfire was started in the back of our cabin to do the job of the loss sun, keep us warm. Once again I look up into that star studded night as no amount of space went unused because every little spec was covered with a twinkle. To think that the sky is limitless is pretty difficult, and at that very moment, I thought my goals were limitless. Nothing mattered; nothing could break through the stone wall of this peaceful night. Nothing could break the rhythm of nature and the spirit that lived inside Yellowstone National Park.