Idaho/Wyoming
I am two days early, but here's a bit of Fourth of July cheer for you.
jdub says I look like a demonic patriot. It's the Idaho influence. I've never seen more American flags in my life.
Idaho Falls, Idaho
Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming
Wyoming ranch
Jackson Hole, Wyoming
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I've never seen such fat, round, shiny-coated ponies in my life either. The cattle are the same way. Idaho and Wyoming are Cow Heaven.
I had plenty to say about this trip, but I'll be brief. Idaho represents the perfect confluence of lush grasses, emerald farmlands, Western ranching, mountains, streams, and trees of every variety, but the people are bitches. They perfect the West Virginia Stare to the tee. They stare at me when I come into restaurants, they stare at me when I go into stores, and they stare at me throughout my entire meal. It's not just a cursory, interested stare; it's a long, hard, pointed, hostile stare. It's enough to make me lose my appetite, no matter how fresh their goddamn potatoes are. In fact, the only place where I felt comfortable and not-stared-at was Walmart. God bless Walmart.
To top it off, we saw a billboard in Idaho: "WARNING TO TOURISTS: DON'T LAUGH AT THE LOCALS". Who the hell is laughing at the locals? Paranoid freaks.
Wyoming still reigns supreme.
jdub says I look like a demonic patriot. It's the Idaho influence. I've never seen more American flags in my life.
Idaho Falls, Idaho
Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming
Wyoming ranch
Jackson Hole, Wyoming
[Click on any picture for a high-res version]
I've never seen such fat, round, shiny-coated ponies in my life either. The cattle are the same way. Idaho and Wyoming are Cow Heaven.
I had plenty to say about this trip, but I'll be brief. Idaho represents the perfect confluence of lush grasses, emerald farmlands, Western ranching, mountains, streams, and trees of every variety, but the people are bitches. They perfect the West Virginia Stare to the tee. They stare at me when I come into restaurants, they stare at me when I go into stores, and they stare at me throughout my entire meal. It's not just a cursory, interested stare; it's a long, hard, pointed, hostile stare. It's enough to make me lose my appetite, no matter how fresh their goddamn potatoes are. In fact, the only place where I felt comfortable and not-stared-at was Walmart. God bless Walmart.
To top it off, we saw a billboard in Idaho: "WARNING TO TOURISTS: DON'T LAUGH AT THE LOCALS". Who the hell is laughing at the locals? Paranoid freaks.
Wyoming still reigns supreme.