I was watching a firey sunrise over Lake Yellowstone in Yellowstone National Park and I have an erie photo of the perfectly calm lake that is timestamped 9/11/2001 and was taken within minutes of the fist plane hitting the WTC back east.
We were with some friends from the United Kingdom who had flown over to experience The Great American Western Roadtrip. And we had had a terrific time.
We packed up the camper and proceeded to drive out of the park and because radio reception is so spotty out there in WY, we had CDs on in the truck for the next 6 hours. We were completely oblivious to what happened until almost 2:00 in the afternoon when we pulled into Gilette to fill up with gas.
As soon as we got off the freeway, I knew something was terribly wrong. There were lines of 20-30 cars at every gas station. I pulled up to one and asked the guy in line ahead of me what was going on.
He looked at me and said, “They’ve attacked New York. The World Trade Center towers are gone.”
I couldn’t freaking believe it. We spent the next hour in absolute disbleief watching CNN play the collapse over and over again on the TV in the SuperAmerica in Gillette.
We listened to the radio all the way to Rapid City, deliberately stopping at tiny towns that were way off of the freeway because we were afraid there would be fuel shortages at stations near the freeway and we’d be stranded because the way people were panic buying.
Our friends from the UK had to stay for an additional 3 days, which all considered wasn’t nearly as long as I’d thought. Needless to say, dropping them off at the airport was creepy, it was the first day flights had resumed and they had the first Europe-bound flight that left MSP. As they say, tensions were running high. . .
Grouse