I made it to Jackson Hole, Wy in one piece. No one hijacked the plane, so I was happy. Our luggage even made it, even though we barely made our connection in Fort Worth, TX. My uncle Alan, and his friend, John, were waiting for us at the airport. Grabed out bags, and went to the car.

It was COLD. About 12 degrees, I think.

So, we stopped and ate ( Read more... )