Our holiday was wonderful. C and I logged about a gajillion ass-numbing hours over hill and dale and mountain trail. And sweet SWEET fancy moses, turns out that I have a massive fear of heights. This is news to me, and although he didn't show it, I'm sure a bit annoying to C. I wasn't aware of this fear until I was manning the wheel on our first foray over a mountain range. After seeing the following signs:
- 15 mph turn ahead paired with the illustration of a hair pin
- truck runaway road ahead
- and the slightly paraphrased "Better brake your sweet ass off so you don't fly off the friggin' cliff"
ANYwho.....C was a patient, patient man and let me "keep trying" to drive through the mountain-ful parks. And FYI? I can now drive down a steep incline without hyperventilating. Dear God, Please do not hold BlogHer '09 at the Empire State Building or I might have to go off you for a bit. Amen.
On Friday, we finally arrived in Teton Village, WY. I went to meet up with Nicole's family and her soon-to-be-in laws at the Mangy Moose pub where we had a lovely dinner accessorized by strong drinks sipped through penis straws.
Nic's sisters and mom arranged for a striking gentleman to accompany us throughout the night's festivities. Let me introduce you to Pedro.
Pedro was enjoyed by many and was blown up by most. He became a bit limp and needed to be, shall we say, inflated frequently. Many volunteered their air.
The next afternoon, we got all fancied up and made our way out to the wedding location.
The weather was perfect and the scenery was unreal. The ceremony was short and sweet and went off without a hitch. Well, except for the part at the end where I realized I had forgotten to suck in my stomach for the ceremony and might have looked a bit 5 months pregnant (the night before, I should have stopped after 3 margaritas). I apparently forgot the formula:
5 or more cocktails + a clingy empire waist dress = wear Spanx you moron.
We took a bunch of photos after the ceremony--here is just one of many of the happy couple, Nicole and Todd. Can you believe the back-drop??
Yes, Lissa. Yes I do. You were so lucky to be sitting next to me. Totally.)
Obviously, the main reason for our 1/2-cross-country jaunt was Todd and Nic's wedding in Teton Village, but we also managed to fit in a visit to Yellowstone, Big Horn, Mount Rushmore, Crazy Horse, Custer State Park and Wind Cave, Devil's Tower, Wall Drug, The Corn Palace and the Badlands. Did I mention that we visited those places within the span of 3 days? That's right. We're completely insane. I am still experiencing a raging case of car butt (where my cheeks spontaneously become numb).
Here are a few photos of our travels.
The Corn Palace. Quite possibly the dullest place in the world. But now I can say I've been there. We opted out of taking the tour and went the self-guided route. Walking through the "palace" we could still hear the musings of the 9th-grade tour guide (who TOTALLY looked like the banjo-kid from Deliverance *shivers*) proclaiming the greatness of corn. Glad we dodged that bullet.
Wall Drug. I've always seen those bumper stickers that ask "Where is Wall Drug?"...well hot damn if we didn't find it WHERE THE MAP TOLD US IT WOULD BE----in WALL DRUG, SD. Their schtick is that they give away free ice water. Nothing deserves a macro-stylized shot like free ice water.
Devil's Tower. Now this was pretty cool. Of course, the whole hike, I couldn't stop humming the notes from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Because I'm totally original. Heh.
Mount Rushmore. Pretty cool to see. It wasn't as big as I thought it would be but it was still quite amazing considering how it was made. Doesn't my back look amazed?
Crazy Horse. I teased C that the reason he lined this shot up the way he did was to capture the woman in the hat. He denies it, but I think I saw them exchange phone numbers. I can't really explain the vastness of the Crazy Horse Project, so I shall direct you here. Please note that the statue the blue-hat woman is standing in front of is just a model of what will eventually be carved into the mountainside.
Wind Cave. We took the 1 1/2 hour guided tour/hike 450 feet below ground. Pretty incredible. Definitely not for claustrophobics.
Old Faithful at Yellowstone. This was so cool. So cool, in fact, that I could tolerate Captain Redundantly-Obvious sitting behind us. The literature clearly states that Old Faithful erupts once an hour at a declared time, give or take ten minutes. Imagine my happiness when Captain R-O decided to say, "Any second now. She's gonna blow. Any second. Oh here she comes! Hmm...okay, any second now." EVERY MINUTE. And then when it finally did "go" he was all disappointed, said something like, "The other one was taller. Come on kids." Well, I thought it was cool.
Yellowstone. SO BEAUTIFUL. I still can't believe how huge it is. And the views! (Yes, even I was able to enjoy Yellowstone even with a raging case of Vertigo.) We had no idea how much of the park was effected by the fire, but there were more trees down than standing. It was pretty surreal.