The gypsy caravan took the old gypsies through low valleys and tall mountains.  For hours they drove through rough country roads and open fields—home of the Shoshone-Paiute and home of crystal-clear cold-water rivers, through part of Idaho, part of Montana and part of Wyoming, all the way to Yellowstone National Park.

The glorious glories of our Creator in open meadows and sagebrush, green lush valleys and steaming painted pods… and in the cool of dawn and dusk, grizzlies and black bears, wolves, mountain lions, elk, bison pronghorn, moose and bighorn sheep, and a variety of birds, including bald eagles…

The gypsy caravan is a special place too, and very different from home. And of course, just as with the park, there are different risks here than you may have faced before.  You are responsible for your own safety!  

Ah yes, if you come here often and take time to read their stories and hear about their gypsy journeys, I’m sure you’d certainly remember the day the gypsy girl went quite mad and pulled their gypsy quarters to pieces!  But you already knew it wasn’t going to take long before she reconsidered, right?

You're right!  Undeniably—no gypsy girl would do without a proper gypsy room! And thus, the gypsy girl went on redecorating her boudoir with all the veils and shrouds and tapestries and dangling things from roofs that she so loves!

 

New pillowcases and pillow spray in wild lavender!

It is so cozy here and inviting! All I need now are some fairy lights!

Cooking in the open, while trying to attract the bears!

We love breakfasts... especially if it is enjoyed from the comfort of our gypsy caravan!

That first cup of coffee under a sun filtered table it just is pure magic!

A gypsy girl must not forget to put on her makeup!

Even if it's only for the purpose of not scaring the animals... just saying!

Someone very dear to us who knows us well gave us the cutest cards... which represent us... to put on our gypsy caravan:  “Advise from a Trail” and “Advise from a Bear”.  Can you guess who’s the Trail and who’s the Bear?

...and don't forget to dream, gypsies!

Dream, vision, imagine, create, expand, transform, love who you are... and enjoy the little moments!  The heart of the real gypsy!

 Then on Friday some very dear people came to join the old gypsies!  What a day that was!

 

Yellowstone is the only place in the us where bison have lived continuously since prehistoric times….

Despite old beliefs and ancient theories of those who first inhabited this place, Yellowstone is not cursed at all, nor it is magical in any way either.  But it is a dangerous place indeed.  The volcano beneath the forest—low sloped and impossibly wide, is a tricky thing.  It grumbles as it sleeps, while heating geysers till they burst, and it shapes fissures until they grow so deep that no one can find the bottom.  

It boils streams and cooks mud and sends waterfalls disappearing into deep pits, only to reappear miles away.  There are vents that spew foul odors and vents that spew ashes and vents that seem to spew nothing at all until a person’s lips and fingernails turn blue from bad air and the whole world start to spin.  

Yeap, the only truly safe passage across the forest for ordinary gypsies like us is the road, which is situated on a naturally raised seam of rock that has smoothed over time.  This road never alters or shifts, it never grumbles either and thus, it gently took the gypsy caravan back to safety and back home…

Thanks for coming along my friend!

Till next time!

The gypsies arrived at the camp in the early hours of dusk. The forest, bathed in the quiet peace of the hour, dispelled a magical aroma all around—the mysterious and intoxicating scent of some exotic unknow flower, of nut and honey and, the mourning dove, were already singing the songs of the night.  

The rows of lilac trees, now devoid of their earlier glories, remained verdant and tacit in their stolidity, as if quietly waiting for another spring to regain renewed splendors.  How sad the gypsy girl felt just thinking of just how gloriously beautiful they had looked just a few weeks ago… and how vulnerable too, consciously aware that everything precious in life must come to an end eventually.   

The gypsies went to set things up, went for a short walk around their favorite camp and then went to prepared their dinner.  They placed their little portable table and chairs on the promontory looking down at the peaceful lake, and eat their humble dinner of soup and bread…

Soon, a pink glow rested atop the water, turning the lake into an aquarelle of pastel baby blues and blush pinks, and over the mountains, at the bottom of the lake, the last sun of the day soon appeared—another day was concluding, another night to welcome them…

After breakfast the following morning the gypsies went down to the river… him to fish her to read, meditate, pray and bask in Nature…. 

She could see their camp and gypsy trailer far away down on the other shore from where she was sitting...  

And could not stop but marveling at how trees could survived sitting under water...

In got pretty hot soon after…. The June sun came down onto camp and campers with revenge that afternoon.  It was hard to move or read or fish or do anything else.  They made lunch and eat it quietly…  a beautiful breeze came down refreshing campers and souls and they sat down and ate their good food watching people and boats go by down below the water...

They read and took their computers out and sat inside their gypsy trailer for a while, but it was too hot to stay put, even with the air conditioning going on on high...

The gypsy girl and her Fisherman decided then to go for a walk... it is such a beautiful camp!  

The camp hosts have made a little garden around their trailer, and have even built a marvelous little deck where they keep many flowerpots and little whimsical trinkets all around... it is such a cute enchanting place!

Then, a few hours after that they packed everything up, and went back home… It was a short stay indeed, but nonetheless a peaceful and lovely stay... till next time!