Yellowstone Adventure: An Insiders Expose

Erin did an absolutely fantastic job summing up the trip. But she left a couple parts out. I will with complete honesty. Not fearing any retrobution, because I'm so snug and smug in my rightness, press forward.


The first amazing part was that we were able to put a trailors worth of goods, which in turn would provide a service, into the trunk of the Hyundai!!!! Half of the way through that process I was thinking we should be filming this. This would make a great comercial for them. I told Randy to take his shirt off to make the comercial sexier. He wouldn't and I soured on the idea. But trust me it was a feat!!! And we haven't even left the parking lot yet.


We got to Randy's house in Rigby where we all slept and I subsequently left my belt. I now believe that Randy's dad has added it to his collection. It is no where to be found. I might send Gephardt up there to investigate. Then we got back late and had a delicious meal. This is the night the Erin woke me because the serial killer/deer was trying to get into the trailor. I did tell Erin the door was locked when it wasn't cause I didn't want her to worry. I knew it was unlocked. Randy put it best though. "If a man can't figure out how to open a trailor door than we have nothing to fear from that man."


The next day was filled with everyone getting a little tired, except Spencer. I was becoming the annoying guy that wanted to stop everywhere and see everything. Erin has now been forewarned about what are family vacations will be like. I just love it up there. The highlite was the bear. But the undisclosed hight of seeing the bear was that Erin was looking at the bear through some binoculars all the while standing on a half-eaten deer leg. That was a precious moment. To top the night off Erin got pulled over by a cop while driving home cause he thought she was drunk. She was passing over the white line a little too much. Anyway the Police officer was a great guy and didn't give a ticket, even when he found out that Erin didn't have her liscence with her. Good times. For other good times when people thought Erin was drunk refer yourself to the cruise blog.


The next day we looked at more steaming hot pots of color and goodness. There we heard, for the first time I might add, the phrase "smelled like turd fart" uttered by a guy in his 20s. We also heard the following example in parenting. "Don't put your hand in the hot pot, you'll burn your fingers!" "No I won't, I did that yesterday." And the parent keeps on allowing it.


And then we had to come home. And I cried.


I also found out that Erin is afraid of lake docks late at night.


I love her.