We slowed down enough to enjoy the wildlife and unique geology of Yellowstone, to stop at the Bear's Home (aka Devils Tower), and to watch the sunset with a herd of bison over the spires of the Badlands.
The first question which inevitably gets asked after a trip is "what was your favorite place/part?"
My favorite part was being outside, sleeping on the earth, hearing the coyotes howling and the bison snoring, watching black widows spin their messy webs, finding secret secluded camping spots with magnificent views, going to bed when the stars come out and getting up with the sun.
It's practically impossible to pick a favorite place; I'm partial to the deserts because they eased my pain, but we saw far too many awesome sights to pick just one. Still, if I really had to, I'd choose the Devils Tower. A side trip, we thought we'd spend an hour or two to see it since we were passing so close by. As soon as we arrived, we were both struck by its strange, discreet yet distinctly powerful draw. It wasn't a feeling that could be put into words; or rather, it is too often put into words which can't capture it. A sort of remembering; a partial dissolution of the self; just being while not minding not knowing about the rest.