Why Oming? Part Three

Day Three of our Yellowstone adventure, and Camille was so pooped from all the fun that she passed right out on the way to our morning activity.

What was our morning activity, you ask? A SNIPE HUNT!

Find the snipe! 

Why Oming? Part Two

After we discovered the mouse's night nut-munching, we went to breakfast and made for Old Faithful. I really wanted to go to Old Faithful because, come on, who goes to Yellowstone and doesn't see Old Faithful?

Losers, that's who.

So we went to Old Faithful, which is really just one of dozens of geysers that are all over the place in the caldera of Yellowstone.

A caldera, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, is the hole in the ground that's left after a volano erupts. Yellowstone is basically one gigantic caldera, and there's still lava bubbling around underneath. That lava - or magma, I don't know the difference... how about we say "melted rocks?" - heats up the water that eventually explodes out of the ground and does stuff like this:

Ka-pyooooo!

That was Old Faithful, by the way.

Why Oming? Part One

Because Yellowstone National Park is there!

Jake and I left on Sunday and met my mom in Alpine, WY at a place called the Flying Saddle Resort. If you ever need to stay in the Jackson Hole area and you don't feel like spending a billion dollars on a hotel, stay at the Flying Saddle. It's a little bit of a drive, but it beats spending $500 on a mediocre room. Not exaggerating.

 

Hollahollaholla

Camille has begun learning a skill - nay, an artform - that she will continue to perfect as she progresses through life and into adulthood: phone conversation.

"It's Samantha. I really don't want to talk to this bitch."

"Hiiiiiii Samantha. What am I doing? Oh nothing. Trying
to get the milk stain out of my silk onesie. You know, the
one you barfed on because you're a lightweight and you
drank too much trying to impress Kayden at daycare,
even though everyone knows he likes me."

"That bitch hung up on me!"

To make herself feel better, Camille went on a blueberry baby food bender and tried to cover up her shame by fingerpainting her own face.

That's my girl. <3

Homeless Monster

In Salt Lake City, there is an unprecedented number of panhandlers.

If they had signs like this, I might give them change.

When you're driving home from work and you get off the highway, they're perched at the end, near the traffic light. They're also lurking on the corners of popular intersections. Jake and I went to an outdoor mall one evening, and at one intersection, there was a guy begging on one corner, and guy playing guitar on another, a guy dancing on the next, and the final corner had a guy playing a bagpipe for money. It was the loudest corner in the city.

They don't all play music or dance. Mostly, they're holding a sign that says "Homeless and hungry, God Bless You" or something like that.

It's all a racket.