A relaxing family time with daughter no 2.
Then the Tetons and Yellowstone, entry into which via Jackson Hole is spectacular
The airport is hidden from view in the most skilful way.
Having made a spectacular entrance my almost immediate exit was dramatic too. Holed up in El Rancho Motel in Jackson after dinner and a glass of Prosecco enjoying the fact that you have to snuggle under the covers having left 92 in Texas degrees. I begin to feel unwell. Now I hate the physical act of being sick and will hold on for grim death 'til the moment passes which on this occasion it didn’t.
I had to suddenly jump up in the dark, stumbling round the end of the bed to find the bathroom and my head swimming, bearing in mind this room is no more than 12 x 12.
P sleeps
I groped for the door handle.
Success hahha!
P sleeps
Oh it won’t open, oh must be the door to the adjoining room
Oh no swallow hard.....well done
Ok grope to my left feel along the wall
P sleeps
Wow everything is so fuz
The sound of one movable force against an assortment of movable and unmovable items not to mention great gaping holes making the sound of more cymbals and timpani crashing together than Beethoven’s 1812.
P
Oh Sharman what’s happening
No sound
P
Where are you?
Light goes on
P
What the…
Sharman has passed out in the alcove which is home to the suitcase stand which is laid over the top of her along with Macy’s entire collection of coat hangers.
P
What are you doing??????
Sharman would think of some snidy riposte but is coming round and concentrating all her efforts on still not pebble dashing the Brentford nylon bed linen.
P adopts the sack of potatoes manoeuvre and gets her to the appropriate china so she can evict the entire contents of her body including last Christmas’ turkey.
Relief..
Oh no
Which end should I tackle first...
Relief at last!!
Sharman gets up the following day, sets up home with Dr Kildare ..did I tell you we were camping?
and walks 13 miles trough Cascade Canyon. Well you can’t miss scenery like this:
This was not the only wildlife
The view from Inspiration Point across Jenny Lake
Up towards Cascade Canyon
Either moose or bear tracks in the water.
We did see a moose and child but they were very well camouflaged on the far side of the valley
Views within Cascade Canyon
4 hours later back at Inspiration Point
We missed the boat and had to walk back around the lake to base camp
Yellow bellied marmot as it leapt bullet like for P’s throat, hence the blur
We had to stop and rest during the longest 2 miles of the day
Nearly home
Bacon and mushroom carbonara from scratch on a single camp stove.
Cold water wash (no showers)
Every single smelly item (excluding us) in the bear locker.
9 pm zipped in my mummy sleeping bag, discover flaw in plan to get good quality bags that come over head and fit snug…
P’s shoulders.
I have to zip him in his since is arms and hands are literally bound by the bag. Not good for a bloke who re-enacts the 1966 World cup from beginning to end in his sleep.
When he tries to turn over its like watching a giant maggot perform a Heimlich manoeuvre.
God help us if a bear comes or I repeat the previous night!
Ah bugger it too tired to care.
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