Sunday, June 23, 2013

Grand Teton, Day 8

It’s our last day before we depart for the ten hour drive home.

For the first time all week, we finally made breakfast. I was tired of eating granola bars and was craving a tasty start to my day.  Mr. B made coffee for himself and tea for me, while I made biscuits in the oven and warmed sausage gravy on the stove-top. Today was already going better than the day before.

We made the decision to hike Hidden Falls and kayak on Jenny Lake. We needed to get to the lake before the afternoon storms set in, but when we arrived the cool air blowing off the lake had all of the employees dressed in winter hats and gloves. I looked at Mr. B and thought to myself, I am not sure I packed appropriately for today’s adventure. We decided, we better hike first to get our blood pumping and if it got a little warmer we would venture out on the water with paddles in tow.

We paid a small fee and took the Jenny Lake Shuttle Boat across the lake to the trail head of Hidden Falls. It was a scenic hike, but not a private one. I am fairly certain every obnoxious teenager from the state of Wyoming was there on a field trip. It didn't take long for the both of us to get annoyed and realize maybe we don’t want kids after all.

Again this was one of those hikes where I didn't have any expectation and I’m learning, those usually turn out to be my favorite trips. The waterfall was probably one of my favorites of the week. It was tall and hidden back in the crevasse of the mountain. You can hear the rushing water for most of the hike, so as we were nearing I knew it had to be something pretty spectacular. It’s not something you can see from the trail. You actually have to turn down a narrow path and around a few corners before you look up in awe. By then, it’s straight ahead and misting you with its beauty.

After the waterfall we continued on to Inspiration Point. I felt less than inspired, instead, just out of breath. I don't recommend it.

We decided to hike the 2.5 miles back to the dock, instead of taking the shuttle boat. It was nice, but steep. Along the way I dropped my credit card and ID, next to the shore, without evening knowing it. Thankfully a dear Asian woman found it and ran ahead to catch us on the trail. God Bless her.

It was nearing late morning by the time we made it back. The sun was shining bright and the breeze was slow and steady. When trying to decide if we should venture on the kayak, Mr. B looked at me and said, “When in Rome, right?” Not only was he dying to get his Go-Pro wet, but it would probably be one of the last times we'd be staying in the park. So in the kayak we went.

I can't say it was the most enjoyable kayak experience of my life, but the view definitely made up for it. If you are anything like me, you probably don’t know much about Grand Teton and the surrounding mountains. The park is named after the tallest peak in the Teton Range and what makes them famous is their lack of foothills. They're essentially 13,000 foot mountains, that rise 7,000ft from the base of a lake. It’s breathtaking and here we were in a kayak, starring right up at the tall mountainous beauty. 

Kayak at Jenny Lake

I spent the first portion relaxing and letting my husband paddle us around. I spent the second portion waiting…again. He was mounting his Go-Pro to a pole and then to his paddle and then to the kayak itself. In fact, at one point, he had us “docked” next to a rock about 50 feet from shore. The water was shallow, but high enough to cover our shoes if we would have stepped into the water. So Mr. B was sitting on an unstable rock attempting to mount his camera, while I was inside the Kayak doing my best to dig my paddle into the bottom of the lake. All the while, we were getting slammed by waves created from the shuttle boat. We really should have tipped, but thankfully, that unstable rock, kept us afloat.

All I have to say, is that video you captured, better be worth it, Mr. B.

To celebrate our successful kayaking trip, we decided head to Jackson Hole and have a beer at Snake River Brewery. It was the first time in 7 days that we had really amazing cell phone service. So Mr. B spent most of his time on Untappd and I spent my time catching up on social media. After a few good beers and a quick drive around the mountainous town, we headed back to camp to enjoy our last evening of vacation by the campfire. The flies were buzzing again and rather than  listen to me complain, Mr. B suggested we eat ice cream from the carton and watch Forrest Gump [inside].

It was the perfect ending to a long, entertaining, fun, exhausting week.

To my husband: Who knew I could survive a week in a camper? You did, I sure didn’t. If it wasn’t for you, I would probably miss out on half the amazing things our country has to offer. Thank you for always taking me to new places and encouraging me to be open minded. Despite the drive, the shitty hammock and the swarm of flies, this trip definitely goes down as one of my favorites together. I love you, Mr. B.

AHEM, one last thing. My husband never put down his camera. Prove it, you ask? He took 1,138 photos, 4,492 time lapse frames, and 59 minutes of video on this trip. Total media equaled 43.15 GB. And you wondered why I got tired of waiting. However, it was totally worth it when I watched this awesome video he put together. 
I think you will agree. Enjoy.


from Scott Bores
on Vimeo.

Hidden Fall

Hidden Fall

Grand Teton, Day 7

Mr. B said to me the other day, “Are you ever going to finish your blog posts about our trip? People probably think we got stranded out there!”

I don’t think any of you are worried, but I do apologize for the delay.

On Day 7, we loaded up the camper and hit the road for our two hour drive to Grand Teton National Park. 


We arrived by mid morning and pulled into Lizard Creek Campground. It’s next to the water and had a lot of sites to choose from. Mr. B was attempting to back into the perfect site, when a strange old woman slid open the window in her modern day VW bus and yelled, “That site is a tough one to get in.” I told him to ignore her and try again. Guess what? The crazy old woman was right. If we made it in, we were never getting out.

So we moved on to a larger site and set up camp. It wasn’t long before Mr. B pointed out the swarm of flies above our camper. They may have been 20 feet in the air, but there were thousands of them. I couldn’t control my anxiety; I thought they were going to attack me. Maybe I should be on meds? Or maybe I am not meant to play in the outdoors this long? Mr. B laughed at me for awhile and then he soon got annoyed.  He told me I was being a baby and that if I came out of the camper and sat next to the fire, they would leave me alone. He was right, but I could still hear the buzzing noise. It made me feel like I was being tortured in a nuthouse.

To keep my mind off the flies, we decided to roast hotdogs on the fire. Is roast the right word to use? Either way, that was the first time we had hotdogs in a long time. My in-laws bought us a “hot dog roaster” that looks and acts like a fishing rod. As you reel, the dogs turn and rotate. It’s the perfect creation and it kept Mr. B occupied for a good 5 minutes.

Following lunch, I was still cranky. So we decided it was probably best to take a drive and leave the flies for a little while. The drive didn’t last that long though. All I wanted was a candy bar and Mr. B wasn’t really in the mood to drive. I mean, we had been driving all week. 

As we looked out the window trying to find somewhere exciting to stop, we saw a sign marked scenic road that led to a lookout point. Of course, Mr. B NEVER passes up the opportunity to drive down a scenic road, so we drove to the top and had a great view of Grand Teton and fields upon fields of wild flowers.

From there, we continued on to Jenny Lake to inquire about kayaks and make plans for the following day.  While we were there, a few storm clouds were passing over the mountains and Mr. B wanted to set up a time lapse. For once, I didn’t mind. I was away from the flies and finally had a candy bar in my hand. I grabbed by picnic blanket and laid down in the median of the parking lot. While he was adjusting his camera and playing with the settings, I finally finished the seventh book of the Harry Potter series. I know, I am way behind the times and even days later, I am still mad about Dobby!

Our mid-afternoon break ended and we were back to the flies sooner than I would have liked. It didn't take long for me to end up in the camper protected from the swarm and breaking into the liquor cabinet. We drank margaritas, played UNO (Mr. B won) and drank more margaritas.  

I think Mr. B had hoped I would get drunk enough to forget the flies, actually sit outside. But I didn't, so we went to bed.

Perhaps this is why I waited so long to post this blog – it was the least exciting day of our trip. I suppose they can’t all be as thrilling as grizzly bears, Frenchman and broken hammocks.

Night fans.

Hot Dog Roaster and #CampBores
Look Out Point
Grand Teton
Does this need a caption?

PS. I forgot to mention in my last post from Yellowstone that I convinced Mr. B to drive past the Great Fountain Geyser again. I am so glad I did, because it was actually erupting.  It was more like 40 feet instead of the 120ft that the sign suggested, but at least we can say we saw it. #success

Great Fountain Geyser

Friday, June 14, 2013

Yellowstone, Day 6

Our alarm went off at 4:45AM. That’s early, but neither of us complained. We were ready to see a bear.
We didn’t.
Regardless, it was still worth missing a few hours of sleep. The park looks like an entirely different place that early in the morning. The roads are clear of tourists, the buffalo are roaming the meadows looking for an early morning drink, and the hot springs are steaming more than any other time of the day. So much that it was almost eerie, but pretty.
After our unsuccessful bear hunt we ended at the trailhead for Lone Star Geyser. We had been looking forward to this trail all week. Why? Because we didn’t have to hike, we could bike! By this time it was close to 8AM and had felt like we’d been up for days. We powered through and jumped on our bicycles. We would peddle ten feet and then Mr. B would have to stop and readjust his go-pro camera. He had it attached to his wheel, attached to his handlebar, attached to a stick, so on and so on. You get the idea. Unfortunately I couldn’t peddle ahead because I didn’t want a bear to jump out on in front of me with my husband a mile behind. My point is, this video he plans to make at the end of this trip better be worth it.
The trail was only 2.5 miles until we reached the geyser. A little steam was rising from it and we learned from the only other couple there, that it has just erupted the hour before. That meant we would have to wait another two hours before it would erupt again. We had waited all week for this, we weren’t turning around now. So we huddled next to a tree and sat through a rainstorm.
The wait worth every minute – at 9:45AM the minor eruption went off and by 10:15 the major eruption was shooting 70 feet in the air. Unlike Old Faithful, it was like a private show just for us and the 8 others who had also joined. It was awesome. In fact, it may have made up for the non-bear sighting early that morning. Nah, I lie, I still really wanted to see a bear.
By the time we rode back to the truck, we were exhausted. We made it back to camp, just before a thunderstorm rolled overhead and napped for over 2 hours. It was the perfect afternoon, the sound of rain drops hitting the camper, while we were snuggled in bed.
Our Yellowstone journey was nearing an end, so we decided to celebrate and have dinner at the Old Faithful Inn. Dinner was mediocre, but dessert was one of the best I’ve ever had – Huckleberry Shortcake. Have you ever had a huckleberry? If not, you should. They are famous in this part of the country and are my new favorite berry.  I will be ordering huckleberry ice cream and having it shipped specially to Colorado, even if it costs half my paycheck.
Day 6 was one of our favorites yet and was a great way to end our stay in Yellowstone.
I can’t believe I am saying this, but I can’t wait to come back.
Probably with three Bores kids in tow and only to see a Grizzly Bear, of course.
Tomorrow, we wake up early again to start the second half of our vacation in Grand Teton National Park.

Yellowstone at Sunrise
Lonestar Geyser [Mid-Eruption]
Lone Star Geyser and Mr. B [End of Eruption]

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Yellowstone, Day 5

Today started out great. We were off to Mammoth Springs and along the way we were hunting for bears. We sang our jingle for good luck and all of a sudden Mr. B came to a screeching halt. “What did you see, I asked?” He didn’t even reply, just jumped out of the truck with his binoculars. I followed him about 100 yards into a marshy meadow. We looked around and saw nothing, but a stream of water surrounded by trees. False alarm.
We start walking back towards the truck and all of a sudden I spotted tracks, fresh ones. They were Grizzly tracks! How could we tell? They were bigger than our heads. I looked at Mr. B and said, “What should we do? Please make some noise.” He looked at me, but didn’t say a word. Cue the Lady Gaga Bad Romance again. Why is this the only song that comes to my head in moments of fear?
We ran/walked fast to where we could see the truck again and realized maybe we should go back and take a photo. If we don’t actually get to see a grizzly on this trip, at least we can say we saw his tracks, right? So we went back, like any normal human being wanting to put themselves in life threatening danger. We snapped a few photos and ran like hell. Once we were in a safe place (the truck), we stayed and looked around everywhere, hoping to spot him. He was nearby, had to be, but we never saw him. Well, I take that back, Mr. B claims that’s what he saw when he initially stopped. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t?
I can tell you we laughed all day thinking of the scenarios and stories we could be telling if we actually came face to face with “Big Foot.”
After our near bear-run-in, we continued on to Mammoth Springs. Mammoth Springs is essentially a small town inside the park. It is home to Fort Yellowstone and the Upper and Lower Terrace, where we found some pretty unique hot springs and a few elk sipping from its ever flowing water stream.
From there, we decided to drive the 5 miles to Montana and see the Roosevelt Arch. Across the top it read, “For the benefit and enjoyment of the people.” Too be honest, I have no idea what the history is behind it and Mr. B just told me to google it. Yeah sure, considering I am sitting inside the camper and have all the access in the world to internet. Not! His assumption is that President Roosevelt was the one who named this land a National Park and in his honor they created the arch as the North Entrance to Yellowstone. I shall google the real history when I get home, but for now that sounds good to me.
The arch is cool, but the town of Gardiner, Montana is even cooler. We found a bar that had every wild game animal on the wall that you could imagine. We decided to take the bartenders suggestion and had lunch on the Yellowstone River. Mr. B ate Elk Tacos and I had an Elk Burger.
Our afternoon was a lot less exciting that our morning. We drove and drove and drove some more. We drove the Dunraven Pass, but really should have passed it up. It was pretty, but very boring.  As quickly as we could we headed back to the campground, but just before we arrived, we saw about 15 cars pulled off on the side of the road. That is always a sign of wildlife nearby. We looked and sure enough there was a White Mountain Goat climbing the side of the cliff. How people spot things that can truly only be seen with binoculars is mind boggling to me. I suppose that is why I don’t hunt. If I did, I would always come home empty handed.
No exciting stories to report from Camp Bores this evening.
It is our fifth night in the camper and we are off to bed before the moon is out. The alarm is set for 4:45AM. Yes, that sweet bartender I mentioned earlier convinced us to wake early to see sunrise. She promised it would be worth it and was pretty confident we would see a bear if we were up at that time of morning. She better be right. Then again, I am not sure I will be able to remember the lyrics to Lady Gaga that early in the morning.
I will report back tomorrow. It will be our last day in Yellowstone before we head off to the Grand Tetons National Park.
Hopefully we see more than tracks tomorrow.
Adios kids.
Grizzly Track
Montana Bar
Elk at Mammoth Springs
Roosevelt Arch, Montana
So close to Santa.

Yellowstone, Day 4

“Looking for a bear-bear, I’ll settle for a moose.
Looking for a bear-bear, I’ll settle for a wolf.
Looking for bear-bear, I’ll settle for a buffalo.”

This was a little jingle Mr. B made up on our sight-seeing tour this morning. Everywhere you look you see buffalo, but we have yet to see a bear or a wolf. My husband can spot wildlife better than any hunter I’ve ever met. So when he is going 45mph and comes to a near dead stop, I know it’s something worthwhile. Today when he did that I asked, “What does your naked eye see?” He said, “A bear, maybe a buffalo.” I looked, and all I saw was a tree. After peering through a pair of binoculars, it wasn’t a bear, but a buffalo. Crap.
Speaking of bears, Mr. B jumped out of bed in the middle of the night last night and ran out the door of the camper. I opened my eyes and said, “What are you doing?” He said, “I forgot to put the grill away and I don’t want the bears to come.” That’s all I remember.
I later learned he was dreaming that a grizzly bear came to the camper and tore apart the grill. Now it all makes sense. I am just thankful he was the one dreaming of grizzlies and not me.
Our stops today consisted primarily of waterfalls - Gibbon Falls, Cascade Falls, and Lower Falls in the Grand Canyon of Yellowstone. To get to the Lower Falls you have to walk 3/8th of a mile. Doesn’t sound too intense, right? Well tell me that after you’ve dropped 600 feet in vertical and then have to walk back up. It’s literally brutal and had my lungs not begged for oxygen the entire time, I would have bitched every step of the way. However, standing on top of a 308 foot waterfall that crushed right into the canyon creating the most beautiful rainbow was visual overload – it was amazing.
We also stopped at Norris Geyser Basin today. I had no expectations upon arrival, which is why I think it turned out to be one of my favorite parts of the trip thus far. It literally felt as if we were walking into another world – full of emerald green springs, exploding geysers, and steam pots. Pictures do not do it justice. Do they ever?
If I didn’t have patience before this trip, I sure am learning. When you have a husband who takes over 600+photos in less than 4 days, you understand that while he spends half of his time capturing the perfect shot, I am standing there… just waiting.
We decided to come back to camp a little early today to relax. If you didn’t already know, Mr. B doesn’t know how to relax, so we ended up going for a bike ride around the campground. I happened to notice a young kid swaying back and forth on a hammock and decided when we got back to our campsite, I was going to pull out our old hammock that hadn’t been used in years.
While I was unraveling the dang thing and attempting to choose the perfect trees to hang it, Mr. B was off near the river collecting his camera and tripod. He had set it up the hour before and left it, hoping to capture a time-lapse of a storm passing through. Instead, he captured a little Frenchman, undressing down to his speedo and taking a swim/bath in the cool water. He was not very happy. I think he would have been, if it had been a lovely Frenchwoman. Maybe not, do they shave?
I however, thought it was hilarious and thought it was even funnier that the man looked directly into the camera when he stripped down.
Anyway, the laughter continued because shortly after I laid down in the hammock, the damn thing snapped and I fell directly into the woodpile below. The neighbors laughed, my husband laughed and I cried because I lost a perfectly good beverage down my shirt.
The fall was a great conversation starter with our neighbors. Turns out they are from Denver and have been married for 44 years. They told us they’d been watching Mr. B for the last hour as he cut wood, prepared dinner, and made us mixed drinks. Then they saw me reading a book, laying in the hammock and drinking. They thought for sure we were one our honeymoon. Little did they know, if Mr. B had it his way, this is exactly where we would have come to consummate our marriage.
To end our day, Mr. B finally used the wood we bought on night one so we could make ourselves a toasty marshmallow. That smore made up for the nasty bruise I earned falling three feet to ground.
A full belly means we are off to bed. It has been an eventful day and Mr. B will have me back up again at the crack of down.
Sweet dreams, hopefully not of grizzlies.
Grand Canyon of Yellowstone
Lower Falls
Hammock, pre-fall
Norris Basin
Post Office in the Park where we mailed postcards

Monday, June 10, 2013

Yellowstone, Day 3

I should have mentioned this in my first blog. I apologize in advance for the typos and formatting issues. There are only four locations in the entire park that have cell phone service and our campground isn’t one of them. In fact, the closest one is about 14 miles from here. So I am usually begging Mr. B to drive me there, with his droid, so I can tether internet and post my blog. He gives me about 15 minutes before he starts losing patience.
On day three, we woke up feeling refreshed. We slept for close to ten hours without waking – that never happens, especially in the camper. We jumped in the truck only to be caught in a traffic jam 5 miles down the road. We were at a dead stop. People were getting in and out of their vehicles, walking along the side of the road with cameras in tow only to find a heard of buffalo owning the road. No, it wasn’t an accident that was causing the jam, it was a heard of buffalo. There are not too many places you can say that. Welcome to Yellowstone.
Mr. B promised he would take me to Old Faithful today, but I had to agree to sight see along the way. In other words, we left at 8:30 and didn’t arrive to see the big lady erupt until 2:30. That’s okay though. He has been telling me that Old Faithful isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Basically, he feels there are way more cool things in this park. Really? There is no way the one thing that turned this land into a National Park isn’t going to be one of the most amazing things I see in my life.
Guess what? He was right. He loves hearing that and has asked me to repeat it about 15 times already.
The Sapphire Pool and bubbling mudpits were way more spectacular than a geyser shooting 100 ft from the surface of the earth. Why you ask? Old Faithful is a tourist trap and rather than admire the beauty, you’re distracted by hundreds of people who won’t stop talking - most in foreign languages and others who think they are hilarious trying to predict the exact second the eruption will occur. It loses its beauty when all you want to do is politely smack the people around you.
With all of that said, waiting for the famous geyser to burst was suspenseful and exciting.
We also had our first hike today – Mystic Falls. We were half way to the falls when I realized we forgot to pack the bear bell. I kept trying to talk to create enough noise to scare Mr. Grizzly (if he was nearby). Mr. B wasn’t in the mood to talk though, so I started singing. The only song I could think of at the time was Lady Gaga Bad Romance. If Lady Gaga can scare half the human race, I suppose she could scare Mr. Grizzly away too, right? Thankfully, we had no bear run-in’s and the waterfall was pretty awesome.
On to other topics, we finally showered today, first time in two days. My armpits were beginning to smell and Mr. B’s feet could clear a room. When my husband booked this trip he told me we would have a bath house to take showers during the week. Well one week ago, he informed me that the bath house wasn’t actually at our campground. Instead, we’d have to drive 16 miles to the Old Faithful lodge. It is a production, but we are finally clean.  Oh and Scott finally learned to walk in “thongs” – AKA flip-flops.  When he got out of the shower, he realized he forgot to pack a pair of clean socks, so he threw on a pair of Old Navy flip-flops I bought him last year. He called me when he was half way to the truck and said, “How the hell do people walk in these things? I actually took them off and walked in the rocks, because that was less painful than wearing something that goes between your toes!”
Earlier in the day we took a small detour past “The Great Fountain Geyser” and it was all dried up. The sign said, “Eruption will occur between 7PM-11PM this evening.” We agreed if we weren’t too tired, we’d be back. And sure enough we went.
There were close to 20 people waiting and sitting on benches with their cameras on tripods and iPhones in hand. The pools surrounding the geyser were full, which was a sign that the geyser would erupt between 90-115 minutes. I didn’t make that up, that’s what the sign said. But the sign obviously lies. We waited, and waited and waited some more. So long that Mr. B actually got bored taking photos – that never happens. Or maybe it was because the sun was setting and even if it did erupt we wouldn’t be able to see it. The sunset was stunning though and made the wait worthwhile.
Two hours later, we were the second to last people to leave. Everyone gave up and I can damn near guarantee the second we all departed, the damn thing probably shot 200 feet in the air. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Geyser:1 Bores:0.
To summarize the day, I have one statement for you. “Dude, the earth boils.” Add this place to your bucket list, you won’t be disappointed.
It’s late and a bunch of teenagers just walked past the camper and burped loud enough to wake the grizzlys.
Good night.

Buffalo Traffic Jam
Cliff Geyser
Sapphire Pool
Mystic Falls and Mr. B
Old Faithful
The Great Fountain Geyser that never erupted

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Yellowstone, Day 2

After surviving our eventful night in a 19ft box on wheels, we were on the road to Yellowstone. Along the way we stopped at a town called Cody, Wyoming to get gas and take a photo with their town mascot, a Grizzly Bear. That is the only grizzly I want to see on this trip.

As we got closer to Yellowstone, I was trying to focus on our audio book – it was just getting good –when Mr. B turned it off. Said he couldn’t concentrate on the book and take in all the scenery at once. When the park sign came to view, I sighed with relief and Scott grinned with excitement.

Made it.

I am not sure I have ever seen him so happy. His level of excitement was comparable to a 5 year old receiving a lifetime supply of freeze-pops. At one point he said, “Look a waterfall!” I turned and said, “Um, that’s like a trickle of water rolling down the side of a rock.” He said, “But isn’t it pretty?”
He had been talking this place up for months and I think he was just trying to get some kind of excitement out of me. Although I wasn’t excited about the said “waterfall”, I was excited for other reasons. The drive was finally nearing an end and I could reach out my passenger side window and touch a buffalo if I wanted. That was cool.
We entered the park at the East Entrance, but our campground was on the West side, so we had another hour in the car before we could officially say, “We’re Here!” We stopped at a waterfront pull-off, called Sedge Bay, to eat lunch.
I perused the newsletter we were given at the entrance and turned to Scott, “So you bought a bear bell to attach to our backpacks when we hike, but did you buy bear spray?” Every single page I turn suggested you hike with a minimum of three people and carry oodles of bear spray. He said, “Well, I didn’t think it was worth the $50.” Oh great, so if I get attacked by a grizzly while I am here, please remember, our protection wasn’t worth $50. Hopefully, I can outrun my husband.
We finally pulled up to our home for the next 5 days – Madison Campground. Although it’s not the most private site we’ve ever stayed, it’s surrounded by trees and offers six pieces of campfire wood for $8.99. Dude, it’s going to cost a lot to roast my marshmallows this week.
After getting set up, we decided we were not going to pay the fee for wood, so we headed to Montana, AKA “West Yellowstone” to find some at a more reasonable cost. I may not get excited over a trickle of water, but I sure get excited about (new) state signs.

We drove around aimlessly unable to find ANYONE selling wood. So we stopped at a snow mobile shop to ask the locals if they could help us out. They told us, “Yeah, a guy named Mark, he lives down the street.” As they start giving us directions to this man’s house, Mark happened to drive past in his beat up truck pulling a boat. “That’s him, just go ahead and follow him.”
He pulled into an ATM, but we didn’t want to walk up and introduce ourselves there. I mean, he might think we are trying to steal his money, so we drove around the block and by the time we circled back around, he was gone. We had lost the only man in town willing to sell us wood at a decent price.  Great.
Turns out we went to the next block and spotted him filling up his tank. I jumped out of the truck and introduced myself like a crazy woman, “Hi, the men at the snow mobile shop told me you would be willing to sell us a truck load of wood. Is that true?” He looked at me and said, “Um, yeah sure, let me finish getting gas and ill head back to my house.”
We followed him a few blocks to his house, assuming he would have a stack of fire wood lined row by row. Well he didn’t. Instead, he had about 75 tree logs waiting to be cut. Next thing you know, he was firing up his chainsaw, holding the log with his foot and creating small logs to load in our truck. Did I mention he was wearing flip flops and cut off jean shorts? All I kept imagining was this man is going to saw off his right foot, at the cost of two strangers not willing to pay the price of fire wood in a tourist location.
We tossed him $25.00 and left with a truck load of wood.

It sounds nice, but what was even better was watching Mr. B try to ax it into smaller pieces when we got back to the campsite. It was like watching one man saw a sequoia in the middle of the forest. He blames it on the wood – said it was knotty and shitty.
Moral of the story: We should have paid the $8.99 for a small box of wood to save Mr. B the sore back. I personally enjoyed the entertainment, so to me, it was worth the trouble.  
After the wood entertainment, we took a stroll to the heard of buffalo in our campground. There were mamas, dadas and babies crossing the water and watching all of us crazy tourists with evil eyes. Mr. B captured some awesome video footage, while I ran from a buffalo walking casual towards me. They always say, never run, but else do you do when a 2000lb animal is coming right for you? You RUN!
Night all.

@Jordan Dillen, I spy something brown
The buffalo that tried to trample me
Our home for the next 5 nights.

PS. I forgot the bag of potatoes at home and they were part of almost every meal we planned. Fail.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Roadtrip, Night 1

When I made the decision to document our trip I had planned on writing a daily recap. However, night one deserves a short post all on its own.
Mr. B barely made it to the part where Forrest leaves for Vietnam before he was passed out, sound asleep.  Although I felt tired, I think all the naps I had taken earlier in the day were catching up with me. I was wired. I decided to open a one of the several books I brought along, but I quickly got annoyed with swatting the little nats that seemed to be attracted to my book light. So I finally jumped in bed.
Well, it wasn’t long before the tears started rolling down my face – I missed my dog. I am so used to his presence in the camper and snoring next to me on the couch. I woke Mr. B from his slumber with the noise of me blowing my nose. Of course, he laughed at me, but reminded me Monty was okay and we would see him in a week. Good grief, if I am this bad over a dog, what will I do when I have little Bores babies?
Finally, we were sleeping soundly, but not for long.
At 2AM the wind picked up. I don’t mean a small breeze, I mean 50-60mph gusts. Mr. B gawked out the window at the lightening in the distance, while I was standing in the middle of the camper shaking like a leaf. Again, tears rolling down my face. Visions of the Oklahoma tornados flooded my mind. All I could think of was a tornado was headed right for us, it was going to swoop up our camper and throw us right into the reservoir. This was not how I wanted to die. Where was my dog when I needed him?
I begged Mr. B to find a radio station that would provide a weather update and ease my anxiety. All our antenna was picking up was a country radio station that was pre-recorded. It took us about 4 songs to realize they were never going to provide a weather update. I love country music, but not at 2:30 in the morning. We finally found a muffled AM station that shared a couple of storms that were moving Southeast – away from us. 
I could finally breathe. Whew.
We laid back down, hoping to sleep through the whipping winds, but it wasn’t long before Mr. B decided to face the wind head on and pull our canvas beds back in the camper. He feared that our canvas would tear to shreds and we wouldn’t have anywhere to sleep for the next 7 nights. I didn’t argue.
In case you are unfamiliar with our camper we have a hard shell base that includes a small bathroom, kitchen, dinette and couch. But our beds pop out of the sides – similar to a pop-up camper. We use one bed to store our clothes and spare blankets and sleep in the other.
So there we were, one mattress folded on the floor, suitcases, clothes and blankets all over the dinette, and both of us curled up on the couch/bed. It is only 5 feet long, so we were literally curled begging for a few minutes of sleep before sunrise.
The wind was relentless and growled into the early morning. 
So much for a good night sleep, we were up and packing at 6:30AM.
On the road again….
Makeshift Bed #1

Makeshift Bed #2

Roadtrip, Day 1

Mr. B has been dreaming of this day for months, maybe even a year. The camper was packed to the brim with every blanket we owned, a month’s worth of clothes and every camping gadget you could possibly think of. Mr. B had maps in the driver side door, our GPS suctioned to the windshield, his ipod loaded with our favorite albums and a bottle of vitamin water in the center console. I had a bag full of snacks, three books (even though I can’t read in the car), a stack of trashy magazines, and my pillow to help me fall asleep when I was tired of annoying my husband.

Today we departed for our week long camping adventure to Yellowstone National Park and Grand Tetons National Park.
I wish I could say the day was full of hilarious road trip stories, but to be honest, we got off to a rough start. The kind where four hours before you leave, your husband gets a migraine and is too stubborn to delay the trip for one day. The kind when you finally leave your driveway and get 2 miles away the house to realize you forgot your backpack, which is a necessary accessory when your significant other will have you hiking every second of every day. The kind when you leave your driveway for the second time and hit your neighbors basketball hoop with the camper and have to get out to access the damage. The kind where you drop off your dog at the kennel, and yell at your husband for five minutes for planning a camping trip that doesn’t include the dog. [Dogs are not allowed in National Parks, so sad!]
I am not sure Mr. B and I said more than 100 words to each other on our 348 mile drive today. We did listen to an audio book along the way and have approximately 15 hours left before we finally know how it ends. I finally caved in and downloaded Candy Crush, but I can’t seem to get past level 23 and I am out of lives.  I ate the entire drive. In fact, we stopped at a gas station and I bought 4 candy bars. I am not kidding.  I napped.  And I think I only asked “how much longer” a few times. Don’t think the ride back will be this good, Bores. You can’t be that lucky.
At 8:05PM, we finally stopped for the day at a place called Boysen State Park (Reservoir); Tamarask Campground. AKA a nice, quiet site right next to the water. It’s 80 degrees and we are feeling the cool breeze blow through the camper. I am sitting at the dinette typing away. Mr. B is lying on the couch watching Forrest Gump. And our home-made pizza is baking in the oven.  This is my kind of camping.
Don’t worry we have the next 7 days to get dirty, make a campfire, roast marshmallows and sit out under the stars.
For now, it’s been a long day and we are beat. We have to be up at sunrise to hit the road for another 235 miles to Yellowstone. Are we there yet?
Goodnight y’all.
Pitstop: A dino with a saddle. Awesome.
Mr. B - what I starred at for 6 hours
Our Campsite View
Sunset, Goodnight

Monday, June 3, 2013

Month Ten

This blog is late. Almost a month late. In fact, we are closer to month eleven, than month ten. Although, I have made it this far, I can't stop two months short of our one year anniversary.

Cooking Class
So much has happened in the last 8 weeks, I can assure you this month's post will probably be missing a lot of things, or be mixed up with the events that have happened this last month rather than the month before. The sad thing is, I was so excited to write this post and even remember saying to Mr. B one evening over a beer - month ten might be our best post yet. Fail.

Without further ado, here is the recap of month ten:

  • We went to a cooking class. It turned out to be one of my all time favorite dates, but I still make Mr. B cook. 
  • Mr. B drank a beer made with Rocky Mountain Oysters. Bull testicles is not something I want in my beer. YUCK.
  • My brother and sister in law celebrated their two year wedding anniversary this month. Last year they went to Mexico to celebrate and this year they went to the Dominican Republic. Take notes, Mr. B. 
  • We skied for the last time this year. I convinced Mr. B to buy me a pair of boots the night before. Turns out boots don't help you when your stuck in two feet of powder. He is making me take lessons next year. 
  • I visited Altoona this weekend. That was an eventful trip and should really be saved for an entire blog post. In short, my first flight was delayed, my second almost caught on fire, my luggage never showed up and I got a speeding ticket on my way home. #travelingsucks 
  • While I was home, I got to enjoy my mama's company, Tim's Cafe wings, my sister and her boyfriends life stories, my nieces and how grown up they suddenly are, my friends while singing karaoke, and my aunts family gathering. Those trips don't happen often enough.
  • Mr. B visited Washington and Arkansas this month. Neither location sounded very exciting, but after looking at his Instagram posts, he made both look way more gorgeous than I imagined.
  • Earth Day was this month. We still don't recycle. 
  • We ran our very first "race" this month, the Graffiti Run. I wanted to walk most of it, Mr. B wouldn't let me. I ate more powder than I had on my shirt. That may be our last race, ever. We could never be runners.
  • Monty attended the Doodle Reunion this year. Every year his breeder invites all of her litters to get together. It made us want a whole family of doodles, one in every color.
  • I started watching The Voice this year. Goodbye Randy Jackson, Hello, Adam Levine and Blake Shelton. I should have made the switch years ago.
  • I had my very first CT Scan this month. I started hearing my own heart beat in my ear. Turns out I had Pulsatile Tinnitus. My doctor wanted to rule out that I didn't have any tumors or lesions on my jugular or carotid artery. I didn't. So now I must learn to cope with this very annoying sound. But I'd rather cope than have a much more serious diagnosis to deal with.
  • While going for my CT, my husband learned first hand how much I hate IV's. He didn't laugh, but he is worried about the day when I have his child. Thankfully he was nice enough to treat me to a hot chocolate and biscuits and gravy afterwards. #goodman
  • Mr. B made wine this month with a friend from work. He promised it would have alcohol in it this time. 
  • We celebrated this month on our very first camping trip of the season - in Deckers, CO. The town has some of the best fishing in the state and Mr. B didn't bring our fishing rods. 
  • We attended the Furry Scurry for the third year in a row. Monty wore his race number, he ate ice cream, he was given an entire bag of Veggie Chip treats, and he peed on a vendor table. I say it was a success.
  • After the Furry Scurry, we visited the Cherry Creek Farmer's Market. Is there anything better than a Farmer's Market?
  • While meeting our lovely camper neighbors, their new dog decided to attack Monty. After a lot of vet bills, 8 stitches, and a cone of shame - please learn to defend yourself, Monty Goose.

I always ask Mr. B what his thoughts/feelings are each month. This time he told me "GO MAKE VEGETABLES!" Yes sir. He was rotisserie-ing a roast and I was supposed to be making the sides. Oops. Don't worry I heated up some beans and veggies in no time. This is what real marriage is all about, kiddos. 

Family Photo at the Doodle Reunion
Kissing his cousins
a mess
Furry Scurry 2013

Be back in a few days with a recap on Month Eleven. E-L-E-V-E-N!!! That is one month away from one Y-E-A-R. Year, I said. Already?

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