Monday, June 21, 2010
Not a good picture, but I only had one chance at this and the setting was wrong.
It really is the hubby, though, not some random tourist.
We hugged. We kissed. All the normal stuff.
You had to be there.
Two months of listening to my room mate's night terrors and the drunks outside my window have skewed my sleeping pattern. I need noise!
Hubby claims that I was spacey yesterday...about an 8 on a scale of 1-10. Thanks goodness he was driving.
On the way to West Yellowstone, I saw this sign. Something I haven't shared with you all is that I grew up in a town of 300 people (no, I didn't leave out any zeros) and the name of the town is Harpster. One of them escaped, obviously.
Services had just started, but we didn't go in. Something else you don't know about me (true confessions Monday) is that I was raised/forced to attend church when I lived in Harpster. I even played the piano and the organ. If you tell anyone, I will hunt you down and rip out your tongue.
The point is that I still, to this day, get cold sweats when I get near a church.
I'll get therapy for this someday.
A noble profile, huh?
He did all of the mandatory tourist things...ooooooo, lookey there, wow, where are the bears?
Forgot to mention that his luggage went to India or somewhere. We were able to get it before we left Bozeman. Hubby has a way of letting people know that he expects service and that he takes no prisoners. Must have been all of those years raised by the Colonel.
He's standing in front of the snow bus that takes visitors into the park in the winter.
West Yellowstone locals said that some winters, the snow is so deep, they don't even plow it. They just drive on top of it.
I was expecting a bison jam. I wanted hubby to see one. Not this.
I don't know what happened, but a car hit the RV on the other side and an ambulance passed us as we were driving toward the accident.
Right before this accident, we had picked up a hitch hiker who I recognized as a young man who lives in my dorm. I knew he was strange, but everyone in my dorm is, so I thought to myself, "How bad can it be?"
Bad. Real bad. We were stuck in traffic with creepy boy for about 45 minutes. He told jokes. Really bad jokes and whined about not being able to pick up chicks. He never quite grasped that we live in the same dorm. I let it go at that.
We finally made it to Old Faithful and slowed the car down enough to push him out. No, that was just a fantasy playing in my head.
I've never seen this one go off. Got to check it out later.
It sort of looked like a fire hydrant that had been run over by a truck.
On the way back to West Yellowstone, hubby got to see a few thermal features that he loved.
He saw his bison.
He saw the weather change from warm to cold to rainy all in a few minutes. He is confused about what to wear in Yellowstone.
We got stuck in the traffic jam again on the way back.
I slept great last night which means hubby is in for trouble today. He already looks worried and it's only 6:00 in the morning.
It's great having hubby with me now. I'm already tearing up about leaving my wacky world, but I know that more weird and wonderful things are waiting for me there.
You'll hear from me again tomorrow whether you like it or not.