Ogden to Yellowstone …Well, Technically the Grand Tetons

G’morning Chroniclers! Sitting in front of your screens? Your favorite hot beverage next to you?  Let’s go!

Told ya that yesterday was a travel day, remember? Yup, another 300 miles under the belt. The Professor and Mrs Professor set out a little ahead of us. She claimed it was because she had a “meeting”. I think the Professor was afraid of making the byline today, one reporter's opinion.

When we set off from Ogden, the New Guy and I had to be pulled away, begrudgingly, from our very own impromptu airshow. Both he and I think that next year we will stop at Ogden, just to watch the flyboys make 90 turns all day.

The trip was pretty uneventful until the New Guy noticed that those attention seeking Meme and Papa were driving up the highway hoping to lose everything in their front compartment. A quick stop for the New Guy to sprint forward and secure the compartment door and they caught back up with the convoy.

Part of the fun in traveling this great country is getting off the Eisenhower Interstate System and using US, State and County roads.  That is unless your name is McCroc. He can’t understand why anyone would want to drive on a two-lane, windy road where you're the slowest moving thing out there except for the cattle and farm equipment. Top that off with 18-wheelers and construction vehicles all moving at 10 miles an hour faster than the speed limit because they are very familiar with the curves, dips and backroads. He’s still masaging his knuckles to get the color back into them.

The real excitement came when we stopped in Alpine, Wyoming for gas. Picture this if you will, we're all eyeballing the fuel gauge, there have been some subtle hints by several of the wives bellyaching that they will not be pushing the RVs if we run out of gas, and off on the horizon an oasis appears. It’s a Conoco gas station/Ace Hardware/convenience store combo. Yeah, not something you see at the corner of Wilshire and La Brea. 

Can you imagine the attention we drew when 6 full-size RVs, all pulling cars, AND all full of African American people create a queue at the fillin’ station? Quite the stir, I can assure you. 

It was with military precision that the HB got out and started directing all of the drivers to a designated pump and making sure that we all stayed in line without blocking the normal ingress and egress of the everyday traffic of the gas/convenience/hardware store.

We gathered quite the crowd, not us, but the spectators.  There were, without exaggeration 15-20 townsfolk standing around with their mouths agape. Some folks stood by just watching, about 5 or 6 came up and asked questions of us.

“Where are you folks heading?”

“Wow! Those are big!”

“Can I go with you?” You know what I thought about that one, right?

One lady even stopped to pray for our travels. 

After we’d all gassed up and got on the road, we headed into Jackson Hole. That was an experience. Imagine Times Square, but only one lane in each direction, and everyone is wearing cowboy hats and boots adorned with rhinestones and sequins. It took 3 light phases for us all to get out of that craziness.

Finally out of there and the Grand Tetons rose up out the prairie and they did not disappoint, y’all.  Just magnificent.

I am going to apologize in advance for the next 3 days, because we have no internet service here, so you get word pictures only for the next few days.

Drink ‘em if you got ‘em

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