Archive | August, 2012

Drive in

28 Aug

The awesome drive in theater G brought me to for my birthday.

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Birthday motel

28 Aug

On the 27th (my fabulous fabulous birthday) we woke up at bear lake and I lounged around like a queen while G packed the car and patted me on the head intermittedly to tell me how special and clever I am. We drove south. We stopped at a WholeFoods in Park City, Utah which was almost too much civilization to handle. Once we remembered how to wear shoes we went in and Guillaume bought me the most magnificent birthday feast breakfast including a generous selection of fruits, donuts and exotic coconut beverages. We then went to “Spring City” which G had diligently researched and was touted to be the 5th prettiest small town in America, and very mormon. Fun! Upon arriving things got a little hairy as the b&b planned was not as advertised (and all windows were sealed shut on account of painting) and the town was quite devoid of character. Coincidentally there was some convention in a nearby town so most everything was fully booked except for an extremely shady motel called “the iron horse”. Considering there were no other towns in a 3 hour radius and I was getting rather cranky driving with skunk dog in my personal space, we decided to embrace it. Three beers later it turned into a very happy occasion.

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Deskunking Yogi

28 Aug

Deskunking Yogi in our motel bathtub was a pretty fun time for all parties except Yogi. However once he realized that the awkward substance being massaged into his fur ball self was delicious tomato sauce, he was more game.

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Canyon waterfall

27 Aug

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Hiking

27 Aug

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Playing Yellowstone Tourist

27 Aug

Saturday morning, the 25th, we woke up with the shivers and leapt into the car to relocate to a new camp ground that was first come first serve. We arrive there at 7:30 and took the only available spot. We were sore and dirty and tired and all around not in the camping mood but never the less we did our touristic duties. We went on a hike down “Specimen ridge” which sounded promising but on account of we had to leave Yogi in the car (strict no dogs on trails rule) we only walked a couple miles and never spotted critters, though we did both have communal moments with nature.

After, we drove back down to canyon village to do a few short hikes and see the grand canyon of the Yellowstone, pretty neat. However, there is something surreal about an experience when you are behind fences and have a few dozen tourists shouting excitedly in asiatic languages all around you. The views are magnificent and the power of nature impressive but unless you have the freedom to spend some time on the trails alone, the park feels a bit like a zoo. We meandered around most of the day. Spending some time quietly sitting in the woods and trying to summon animals to little avail.

We made it back to camp, Tower Falls, pretty early and spent a gorgeous afternoon sitting on rocks in an idealic little stream. Guillaume brandished my good chopping knife by his side “just incase”. Despite his Frenchness there seems to be a strong neanderthal presence waiting to bite bear necks just below the surface…

Back at camp we (mostly I) managed to make a delicious tinfoil-a-la-campfire quiche with a dozen eggs that I had been delicately lugging around for G’s birthday (long story). I don’t think I could ever get tired of campfire food. We also finally made ‘s’mores and Yogi told us his new favorite food was roasted marshmallows.

After some deliberation we climbed into the tent with a new game plan. We managed to squeeze into the single sleeping bag all zipped up, with yogi and the rest of the sheets piled on top. We slept rather decently, certainly the coziest burrito in Yellowstone.

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Hot dusty highway 16

26 Aug

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