An open letter to Jack Frost (and some snaps of Yellowstone)

Jack Frost, my fair weather friend;

I know we’ve been estranged for a while now, but I’m back and hoping to cash in a few of those winter credits I accrued over the years. If I’m honest, those frosty tantrums you threw during my time in Tassie are worth at least one favour a month. Wouldn’t you agree? I worked on a farm, showered in a metal box and slept in a leaky van for 90 days - you owe me.

So, if it isn’t too presumptuous I’d like to proceed with my requests. First, I would love it if you would join me for my birthday soirée in December, the venue is yet to be determined, but it’ll be in New York somewhere. Feel free to bring as many snowflakes as you like, but please leave any gusty friends at home.

Secondly, I was wondering if there’s any chance I could persuade you to go somewhere else for a short while? Antarctica perhaps? You see, your erratic behaviour in the past has forced National Parks to close roads early, which is hugely frustrating for spontaneous road-trippers like us. Your presence didn’t impede our Canadian adventure in any way; but the American’s aren’t so forgiving. Maybe they’re anxious about the size of their snow ploughs? Who knows. Anyway, it would have been great if you hadn’t bulwarked our passage through the Glacier National Park in Montana, or parts of Yellowstone, but you did and so I’m offering you the chance to redeem yourself. We’re on our way to Minneapolis and Chicago, before heading up to Niagara Falls - work with me. Feel free to freeze as many of the lakes in Ontario as you like - Lucan’s desperate to do a bit of ice fishing - we’ll be there early December.

Your Sincerely,

Naomi

As promised, please find below some photos taken during our sojourn at Yellowstone; it’s a fantastic place, full of geysers, gorges and grizzlies, of which we saw two. I’ll keep this post short since the photos tell a much better story than I could.