Hi! I'm Amber, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis about 12 years ago, not long after my third child's first birthday. Frankly it was devastating, I was at the time working at a retirement home and taking care of 2 residents that had the condition. One man was 40 and in the late stages of the disease, in the two years that I worked there I unfortunately watched his steady decline and eventual death, it was so sad. The other woman was 75 or so and had not been able to walk since she was 50 but was now confined to a wheelchair with pretty severe tremors all of the time. I remember the day that I was helping her get ready for bed and she made the comment, "well at least you don't have MS" and then her crying when I revealed to her that I had just recently been diagnosed. All I could think about were my 3 young kids, my husband and the end result of the disease.
Could you imagine being an explorer and coming upon this sight some two hundred years ago? Not to mention being a member of one of the Native American tribes who got to enjoy their summers in this magnificent landscape. These mountains are breathtaking, the peaceful, grassy valley so inviting to the weary traveler even today. The Grand Tetons, with their snowy peaks are a sight to behold in July when the only snow to be found is the shaved ice on a snow cone.
It might have started with the quarantine, I don't know, but I have felt a constant desire this summer to be spending more time in the wild. It seems to be something that the masses are craving because when we attempted to get a campsite this weekend they were full, full of people flying like moths to a flame to allocate their free time and money in the great outdoors.