Nonetheless, when we heard they would broadcasting live at Old Faithful, only forty minutes away, we were tempted to go and be part of the live audience. The only catch - they wanted us to arrive at four in the morning.
Paul and I are early risers, but after doing a quick calculation, we were talking about getting up around two-thirty...a...m...
We agonized the loss of sleep, the bitter cold, the dark drive through Yellowstone filled with lions, and tigers and bears. But then I could visualize Al Roker pushing that microphone at me and then I would squeal and shout, "We're on vacation! We're from Lake Geneva Wisconsin!!" Our kids had already set their DVRs to record the show for posterity.
On Monday, the Today Show broadcast from Hawaii, with an exhausted-looking audience standing around in the dark, while dancers performed and the anchors showed their prowess at the Hula.
That afternoon, the deadly tornado struck near Oklahoma City. The Today Show decided to assume its news persona, and they all flew to tour the damage the next day. The decision had been made for us.
The next morning, a lone weather-woman from Billings Montana doggedly broadcast with steaming breath from Old Faithful during the local breaks in the show. Around nine we arrived on our day trip down to Teton National Park.
They hadn't been able to cancel all of the equipment necessary to broadcast live. There were at least twenty semi trucks and miles of cables snaking around.
We were rewarded with a photo-op of the geyser going off, right on schedule.
Then we were stuck in a traffic jam for a half an hour of a herd of about fifty bison migrating. They had decided the road was the path of least resistance.
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