I am usually 1 beer in when I do my posts, lucky for you guys I’m more than that into this one. Hang tight, I have to tell you guys some important info before the shenanigans can begin.
I know your emails for updates haven’t come with a link to click on to get to the latest post. I am trying my hardest to remedy that, starting with this post. I’m not super great with technology so bare with me. I’ll get it. I promise. It will make all of this so much easier. I’ve also added the share button at the bottom of my posts that I never knew I needed. But I love them! Feel free to use them.
If there is anything about my blog or emails that’s not quite right please point it out to me. Unless you are trying to tell me grammar rules, I don’t care about those. I have an English teacher for a sister, believe me she points that shit out. With that out of the way, on with the show…
YELLOWSTONE
Where you are only 1 gift shop away from Rob just being the Rob he is. And why he is my person. On our way out the door I saw a catchy little display with faux animal ears on barrettes. Me being the hairdresser I am, I saw all the lice potential but I COULDN’T EVEN HELP MYSELF! They looked so fun. So on they went and Rob being the awesome person he is, took a terrible picture. I was just getting out the words, “I have got to have th…” and asked Rob how much they were. He looks at the back of the package, eyes wide open and says, “Well, that’s a little rape-y.” I lost it. Pissed myself with the same force as the sneeze at Old Faithful. 40 has been awesome so far.
RON’S WORD OF THE DAY
Most places out west seem to have lots of pull-offs to enjoy the views. Wyoming isn’t short on either one of those. I don’t think I’ve given this state enough thought other than to drive through it. Being here and experiencing it as we have has been truly amazing. I am not ready to leave to be honest. As of right now we have 2 buffalo herds, with more than 200 in each herd, less than 5 miles from us. Terrifyingly majestic creatures, roaming and grazing by Snake River. (Bonus points if you sang that name in Chevy Chase’s voice too.) The rivers are shallow, crystal clear and freezing cold. We found a great little pull-off for lunch right on the river today. Plenty of room to run the dog and kick back and have a beer with our sandwiches, it was beautiful. Mountains on either side of us, we had the binoculars out all day. On our way to the hot spring and not wanting to get there late, we decided it was time to go and packed the Jeep to take off. While we were packing and talking I may or may not have broke wind and blamed it on the dog. Rob looked at me with all seriousness and said “You’re no trans-villa-quist.” I’ll let you guys figure that one out, you’re welcome internet.
GRANITE CREEK HOT SPRINGS
I give you the specific name of the hot spring for good reason, keep reading. Hot springs for hundreds of years are said to have medicinal, healing properties. Rob has a severe form of arthritis and can never really get any relief. So hot springs really appeal to him. Who wouldn’t want to sit in a natural hot tub with the beautiful mountain view these things have? Me. That’s who. Because this hot spring had no less than 752 small children splashing about and 0 parents having control over their tiny petri dishes. The things I do for this man… I was 1 floating bandaid away from having a meltdown and needing a nap myself. I continued to soak and we talked about all the dreams…I can’t even…after finding 2 looooong blonde hairs (ON ME), and countless dislodged pieces of algae I was convinced were boogers, I was ready to go. We left. And he still loves me.
With a bittersweet farewell, we will definitely see this state and all it’s wonder again. We live in a country where National Parks are a thing. And for that, we are a very lucky people. This land is here for you too. Go see it.
