Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Cell Phone Camera Adventures
Well, I'm back, and all I've heard is what a great party I missed Saturday night. As we were enroute to various places, I made a habit of using my cell phone to document what I was seeing. I sent a few via cell phone to those friends and family members smart enough to actually know how to look at a cell phone picture when they get one (you readin' this, Wayner?) with the heading "Where Am I?" Got a few correct responses, and a few incorrect. On the way home Saturday, we hit Flag-Town about 7:00 or so and stopped for one last cool evening before heading down to this pizza oven we call home. My phone beeped, and there I found a couple of pictures of Parrotheads sitting around a pool, drinks in hand, with the heading "Where Am I?" Turnabout is fair play, I suppose. Sounds like you all had a great time.
The only advice I can give anyone who has never been to Yellowstone is simple: Go. What a fantastic place!
But you didn't come here for a travelogue, how did you? I don't like reading that crap either. So, I'll just give you a few quirky items from the road:
Where I come from, we call this a "BFH." Anybody know what a "BFH" is, and where this picture was taken?
These are the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. Cheesehead thought they were in Utah. Little known factoid: Did you know "Grand Tetons" is French for "Big Tits"? Check for yourself. I don't make this stuff up. And if you think THAT's sexist, let me buy you a beer:
We looked everywhere for Yellowstone's legendary big, badass, dangerous bears.
All we found was this Boo-Boo looking little mutt eating weeds beside the road.
Oh, and this guy:
I saw a few things that reminded me of my phriends back home, like:
and:
Or even:
When in Yellowstone, you are on the animals' turf. Take for instance these tough guys, walking smack ass down the middle of the road, on the line, as though taking some sort of buffalo drunk test:
OK, out of time. More to come.
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The only advice I can give anyone who has never been to Yellowstone is simple: Go. What a fantastic place!
But you didn't come here for a travelogue, how did you? I don't like reading that crap either. So, I'll just give you a few quirky items from the road:
Where I come from, we call this a "BFH." Anybody know what a "BFH" is, and where this picture was taken?
These are the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. Cheesehead thought they were in Utah. Little known factoid: Did you know "Grand Tetons" is French for "Big Tits"? Check for yourself. I don't make this stuff up. And if you think THAT's sexist, let me buy you a beer:
We looked everywhere for Yellowstone's legendary big, badass, dangerous bears.
All we found was this Boo-Boo looking little mutt eating weeds beside the road.
Oh, and this guy:
I saw a few things that reminded me of my phriends back home, like:
and:
Or even:
When in Yellowstone, you are on the animals' turf. Take for instance these tough guys, walking smack ass down the middle of the road, on the line, as though taking some sort of buffalo drunk test:
OK, out of time. More to come.
