Showing posts with label flaming gorge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flaming gorge. Show all posts
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
Road Trip 2013: DO NOT READ THIS.
Hey there fart farmers! Not a whole lot to report from the Sasquatch side.
Spent the morning in Leadville yesterday shopping at the antique mall. We picked up a couple of epic pieces before we hit the road for Wyoming. After that, I spent the entire day behind the wheel torturing Buns with music and my my usual idiocy. Buns was getting grumpy around sunset, longing for some din-din and seepy time. So, being the incredibly reliable and visually tantalizing beast of a husband that I am, I used my keen sense of direction (and the teepee icons on the Road Atlas) to hunt down a suitable campground to bed down for the night.
We landed at the Flaming Gorge Reservoir. We decided that since the camping spot was a slab of asphalt, we would sleep in the metal wagon. After a ton of rearranging and some extremely satisfying pancakes, we were ready to call it a night. After another night of flopping and twitching, Sasquatch bathed for the first time in a shower stall that more closely resembled a serial killers photo booth. Breakfast, coffee, and back on the road.
Wyoming, for the most part, is a pretty unappealing place to be. But after the thousand hour drive through the barren wasteland of sage brush and handlebar mustaches, we made it to the Bridger-Teton National Forest. Stopped at McDonald's in Jackson to use the Wifi in order to write this entry that will only end in the brutal massacre of the readers' brain cells. But hey, that was well worth the food poisoning that will inevitably plague my innards once we are hundreds of miles from civilization.
Next stop Yellowstone.
Spent the morning in Leadville yesterday shopping at the antique mall. We picked up a couple of epic pieces before we hit the road for Wyoming. After that, I spent the entire day behind the wheel torturing Buns with music and my my usual idiocy. Buns was getting grumpy around sunset, longing for some din-din and seepy time. So, being the incredibly reliable and visually tantalizing beast of a husband that I am, I used my keen sense of direction (and the teepee icons on the Road Atlas) to hunt down a suitable campground to bed down for the night.
We landed at the Flaming Gorge Reservoir. We decided that since the camping spot was a slab of asphalt, we would sleep in the metal wagon. After a ton of rearranging and some extremely satisfying pancakes, we were ready to call it a night. After another night of flopping and twitching, Sasquatch bathed for the first time in a shower stall that more closely resembled a serial killers photo booth. Breakfast, coffee, and back on the road.
Wyoming, for the most part, is a pretty unappealing place to be. But after the thousand hour drive through the barren wasteland of sage brush and handlebar mustaches, we made it to the Bridger-Teton National Forest. Stopped at McDonald's in Jackson to use the Wifi in order to write this entry that will only end in the brutal massacre of the readers' brain cells. But hey, that was well worth the food poisoning that will inevitably plague my innards once we are hundreds of miles from civilization.
Next stop Yellowstone.
Road Trip 2013: Oh Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo Roam....
Hi everyone, it's Buns here sitting in the car at a gas station!
We made it to Wyoming yesterday afternoon and stayed the night at the Flaming Gorge Reservoir campground between Rock Springs and Green River. It was a loooong afternoon because we couldn't decide where we wanted to stay. We drove to the KOA campground and it was only for RVs. So we tried to Google campgrounds in the area and the only thing that would come up were mobile home parks. We ended up driving about 30 minutes out of the way to finally find Flaming Gorge Reservoir.
We were smart this time around and slept in the back of the car last night (cozier, warmer, safer). It rained just a little last night so I was glad we were covered in the car and didn't have to wake up to a wet tent again. It is HOT here today and we are just about ready to hit the road and head up to Grand Teton National Park and then up to Yellowstone.
On a more exciting note....I saw my first wild scorpion last night and it was tiny and! And! Soooo cute and....I wanted to take him home and mean ole Sasquatch told me no and, and, and....and then he smooshed it with a rock. Poor lil fella. Oh well. Probably for the best. After all, I didn't want him getting in our stuff.
I'm off to a potty break!
Talk soon!
Buns
We made it to Wyoming yesterday afternoon and stayed the night at the Flaming Gorge Reservoir campground between Rock Springs and Green River. It was a loooong afternoon because we couldn't decide where we wanted to stay. We drove to the KOA campground and it was only for RVs. So we tried to Google campgrounds in the area and the only thing that would come up were mobile home parks. We ended up driving about 30 minutes out of the way to finally find Flaming Gorge Reservoir.
We were smart this time around and slept in the back of the car last night (cozier, warmer, safer). It rained just a little last night so I was glad we were covered in the car and didn't have to wake up to a wet tent again. It is HOT here today and we are just about ready to hit the road and head up to Grand Teton National Park and then up to Yellowstone.
On a more exciting note....I saw my first wild scorpion last night and it was tiny and! And! Soooo cute and....I wanted to take him home and mean ole Sasquatch told me no and, and, and....and then he smooshed it with a rock. Poor lil fella. Oh well. Probably for the best. After all, I didn't want him getting in our stuff.
I'm off to a potty break!
Talk soon!
Buns
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