This is a continued recap of my road trip at the end of Aug '04....
So, I left Yellowstone and drove to Glacier National Park. Montana is great because the speed limit is, like, 700, I think? I'm not sure, those signs whip by so fast, you know, who can really tell?
Hey, here's a question: how come NPR is the strongest radio station regardless of where you are or how far away you are from the nearest town? You'd think with that kind of coverage they'd be able to pick up more than 12 listeners nationwide.
Glacier National Park is fabulous. It really is. It was by far the highlight of my road trip probably because I didn't expect it to be. One day I joined a ranger-led hike to Grinnell Glacier. Since someone died a few months earlier on that same glacier while hiking alone, I decided I should stick with the group if I wanted to hike on the glacier. And I did. I kept the ranger entertained by asking questions like, "Can we go where that guy died?", "Why do they call this Glacier National Park?" and "Who scored the NBA's 5 millionth point?" She seemed happy to see me depart from the group on the way back.
Parts of the park look just like Kauai. Don't take my word for it--I met a couple in the park who live in Kauai and they agreed. I also drove the famous Going-to-the-Sun road that cuts through the park. Right after I got to the end of it, I heard that there just was a car accident a few miles back. The car went off the side and the driver of the vehicle died. I figured the chances of a ranger-led hike to the site of the crash were slim, so I left.
Next up: roller coasters and whitewater rafting.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Friday, September 17, 2004
Road Trip (with footnotes)
It's been a few weeks now, so I guess I'll recap my last road trip. I got in my car*, drove around**, and then I eventually*** came back home.
I guess I could be more specific. Oh--I also put gas in my car. A lot.
Who did I go with? Me, Myself, and I (although Myself slept for practically the entire time).
The End.
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* After waking up Saturday at 10am, I went to work for 8 hours and then left my house at 11pm, driving through Utah, into Idaho, and then Wyoming. I got to Grand Teton NP around 1pm (after a few stops--I wanted to pick up some magic underwear at the Temple in Salt Lake, but it was closed--darn--maybe next time).
Later that day in Yellowstone, I went to bed at 9pm--who needs sleep? Well, I mean, besides Myself. Yellowstone is very interesting. Old Faithful went off every 45 minutes, but from what I hear its been seen around the park galavanting with some floozy geyser who goes off *all* the time (if you know what I mean). So, I'm sure Mrs. Faithful isn't enjoying the irony of their last name right now.
Since there was a full moon, I waited one night for the Riverside Geyser to erupt and was by Myself until this mysterious "Geyser Hunter" came up and joined me. This guy hangs out at the Lodge for weeks at a time, listening to his radio that's tuned in to the Park Ranger channel, and runs out to see every geyser eruption. He was actually pleasant to talk to, that is until Riverside began spewing and he started in with his whole, "Crikey! Now this here's a mean geyser! I'm going to get a closer look, but this is very dangerous..." and so on--I mean c'mon, Steve Irwin impressions are so 2002.
I also hiked to the top of Mt. Washburn. "Boring," "not worth it," "mind-numbingly dull," "waste of time," "2 hours and 13 minutes of my life lost forever," and "a decent view" are a few of the words I'd use to describe that experience.
During my last night in Yellowstone, I was right behind a lady when she hit a bison with her car. It mangled her front end and shattered her driver side window. I drove by and she asked if I had a cell phone. I began reaching for my cell when she told me she had two kids in the backseat. Bad move, lady. I told her no and drove away. You know what they say, never get involved with chicks who have kids. In truth, I really don't own a cell phone, but I believe the principle still stands. OK, that's enough for now.
I guess in part ** I'll talk about Glacier National Park.
I guess I could be more specific. Oh--I also put gas in my car. A lot.
Who did I go with? Me, Myself, and I (although Myself slept for practically the entire time).
The End.
____________________________________________________
* After waking up Saturday at 10am, I went to work for 8 hours and then left my house at 11pm, driving through Utah, into Idaho, and then Wyoming. I got to Grand Teton NP around 1pm (after a few stops--I wanted to pick up some magic underwear at the Temple in Salt Lake, but it was closed--darn--maybe next time).
Later that day in Yellowstone, I went to bed at 9pm--who needs sleep? Well, I mean, besides Myself. Yellowstone is very interesting. Old Faithful went off every 45 minutes, but from what I hear its been seen around the park galavanting with some floozy geyser who goes off *all* the time (if you know what I mean). So, I'm sure Mrs. Faithful isn't enjoying the irony of their last name right now.
Since there was a full moon, I waited one night for the Riverside Geyser to erupt and was by Myself until this mysterious "Geyser Hunter" came up and joined me. This guy hangs out at the Lodge for weeks at a time, listening to his radio that's tuned in to the Park Ranger channel, and runs out to see every geyser eruption. He was actually pleasant to talk to, that is until Riverside began spewing and he started in with his whole, "Crikey! Now this here's a mean geyser! I'm going to get a closer look, but this is very dangerous..." and so on--I mean c'mon, Steve Irwin impressions are so 2002.
I also hiked to the top of Mt. Washburn. "Boring," "not worth it," "mind-numbingly dull," "waste of time," "2 hours and 13 minutes of my life lost forever," and "a decent view" are a few of the words I'd use to describe that experience.
During my last night in Yellowstone, I was right behind a lady when she hit a bison with her car. It mangled her front end and shattered her driver side window. I drove by and she asked if I had a cell phone. I began reaching for my cell when she told me she had two kids in the backseat. Bad move, lady. I told her no and drove away. You know what they say, never get involved with chicks who have kids. In truth, I really don't own a cell phone, but I believe the principle still stands. OK, that's enough for now.
I guess in part ** I'll talk about Glacier National Park.
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