Living in Dog Years

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Guard the truck, Pedro. Good boy.

Accelerating…

In 2004 I took a job as an intern at the Voyageur Outward Bound School near Ely, MN. I spent the summer lugging aluminum canoes and portage packs around the Boundary Waters, and I learned the subtle psychology of running Outward Bound courses.

I also learned about living in dog years.

Living in dog years is what happens when you’re having an experience that is so all-consuming that your sense of time is distorted. You don’t realize it, but the tempo of your life has accelerated far beyond normal. Your days are so packed that they flow together. Your weeks are so packed that after seven days it seems like a month has gone by. That’s where the dog years part comes in. When you’re living in dog years you do a month’s worth of living in a week. A year’s worth in a month.

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You have to take a step back from your daily experiences to really appreciate the sensation. Back at the Outward Bound School, and later on the tall ship Lady Washington, I would break out my long distance calling card and check in with friends or family back home. On the phone I talked about the things that had happened over the past couple weeks and realized that life was clipping along at a terrific rate. New places, new people, challenging situations. You have to talk it all through to get a sense of scale.

Calling cards are long gone and we’re all more connected that we’ve ever been before. This makes it a lot easier to catch the feeling of accelerated motion.

How do you know if you’re living in dog years? One clue is that you don’t stop at some point during the day and think, “I can’t wait until this day is over.” You don’t think about how happy you’ll be when you get a couple days free on the weekend. Without a repetitive daily grind the days flow by, even the tough days. There are challenges, but they are novel. It’s different than the challenge of working the same job day after day.

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A second clue happens whenever you have a chance to talk through your experiences. The other day Cristi and I were talking about the time we spent in Theodore Roosevelt National Park. “When was that?” I asked. “Tuesday,” Cristi said. That’s a dead giveaway. When you’ve done so much in a handful of days that Tuesday seems like it was a long time ago.

Last week Cristi and I started out in North Dakota at Theodore Roosevelt National Park, got our second flat tire of the trip, bought a new tire, visited friends at their ranch, drove halfway across Montana looking for a spot to camp, got shut out and spent the night at Walmart in Bozeman, rolled the dice and got a campsite in Yellowstone, dumped over our tea kettle on the bed in the Casita soaking everything, drove down to the park and spent four days exploring. Bison, waterfalls, geysers, hikes. Now we’re parked in a National Forest campground just north of West Yellowstone on the Madison River. That was a week.

We’ve been on the road for a month now and the tempo of our lives has accelerated to the speed of dog years. It’s an amazing feeling. One that I haven’t had for a very long time. And I feel extremely fortunate.

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Camped out at Walmart with the big rigs.

How long can a person live in dog years? Dogs make it about 15. Last time I tried, I lasted a year. That year was fantastic, but it was exhausting. I went from northern Minnesota out to the Pacific Northwest, spent six months sailing up and down the West Coast and stepped off the boat in Oakland completely fried. A year of living out of a bag was too much. There wasn’t enough stability.

This time, I’m not a single guy living out of a backpack. Cristi and I are sharing this adventure together. It’s different living in dog years with a partner. Better. It’s better to have someone you love to share your experiences with. It feels more stable. Accelerated, but not flying off the rails. More sustainable.

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Exploring the Norris Geyser Basin, Yellowstone National Park.

Who knows how long we can keep it up? At some point I’m sure we’ll be ready for a break. We’ll need to recharge our bank account. But for now it’s nice to have that old feeling again. Settling into travel and adventures. Feeling like every day is a fresh start at life. Not dreading the alarm, or the end of the weekend.

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Enjoying our campsite at Fort Peck.
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Our resident expert on dog years getting in a power nap.
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Fort Peck is the largest earthen dam in the US. The Downstream Campground is huge, beautiful and affordable. It was a welcome rest spot.
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Fort Peck was wonderful but US Highway 2 left a bit to be desired. Next stop, the ranch.
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I had never ridden a horse. Thankfully I had some good teachers.  Alex showing me the ropes.
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Brit leading the way. First time on a horse, might as well go up and down the side of a mountain.
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It’s hard to leave a place like this.
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We are so grateful to our friends Shawn and Brit and their family for their incredible hospitality. Our short time at the ranch was nothing short of magical.

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That hike was STEEP!

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Quite a contrast to our last stop! Our stay at the ranch was too brief, but we were excited to find a campsite in southwest Montana near some fishing. We struck out and ended up at the Bozeman Walmart with 40 of our RVing friends!
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The next day Cristi found the phone number for reservations at Yellowstone. We scored a spot for the night and hit the road.
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Bear jam.
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Sunrise on the Yellowstone River.
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Lamar Valley.

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Sulfur Cauldron.
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Mud volcano area.

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Fishing with bison. Larmar River. Didn’t catch any fish. Didn’t get gored. I’ll count that as a win.
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After roasting on the plains we were glad to be up high in the mountains where we had cool evenings and mornings.
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Yellowstone River looking north at Calcite Springs.
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Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. Upper Falls.
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Lower Falls.

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Looking downstream into the Canyon.
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Yellowstone is a crowded place. But if you wake up early you’ll have the Park to yourself. 7AM at the Norris Geyser Basin.
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Early enough that Cristi could work the information desk!

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Porcelain  Basin.

 

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We were finishing our tour of the back basin when we heard a thundering sound and cheering in the woods behind us. It was coming from the direction of the Steamboat Geyser, the tallest geyser in the world and one that erupts infrequently.
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We didn’t know how long it would last. We ran. As luck would have it we were in exactly the right place at the right time to catch an eruption of Steamboat. Stunning. I wasn’t much for geysers before this, but I’m a BIG fan now.

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Emerald Spring
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After Norris we visited the Artists Paintpots on our way out of the park. It was the morning of our fourth day.

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The line at the West Entrance stretched a half mile by 10 o’clock. We’re no experts, but our advice for Yellowstone would be to stay in the Canyon campground (it’s centrally located for wildlife viewing, thermal features and the Yellowstone River) and make sure you see everything you want to see by 9AM. Oh, and don’t try to leave your campground at 6PM to look at wildlife. We tried that. Gridlock.
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A few miles out of West Yellowstone we saw a sign for a National Forest campground. It was only 10AM but we pulled in on a whim. What we found was a jewel of a campsite on the Madison River. We were only going to stay for one night but some things are too good to pass up…

 

 

 

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8 thoughts on “Living in Dog Years

  1. Enjoying your blog Brian, you’ve got me ready to go back to Yellowstone! If your schedule’s open try to get down to the Tetons–we saw a ton of moose, and you two like to hike, which is a good fit for that park.

    I saw a Yellowstone youtube video the other day that suggested (if you can score the reservations) spending a few nights in a southern cg like Grant, and then a few in a northern cg like Canyon or Mammoth, and focus on short trips in each half of the park. We weren’t camping, and weren’t able to get lodging inside the park, so we spent a lot of time driving. I’d go back tomorrow if I could–enjoy your trip!

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