I've had it. Had it with the traffic. The RVs and buses and vans. The gawkers and rubberneckers. The safety signs and orange cones. The stalking for a parking spot, like Walmart on Black Friday. I've had it with the damned fanny packs and shiny white tennis shoes and fill-in-the-blank-tourist-attraction souvenir shirts and visors and selfie sticks. My wife and I are on day seven of a nine-day trip exploring Glacier and Yellowstone National Parks, and I am channeling my inner