Wednesday, July 16, 2008
More Camera Phone Adventures
TFMCD had the idea of stopping in at this joint. It seems they specialize in something called "squeaky cheese." From what I could gather, it's "cheese curd," but I haven't a clue what differentiates it from plain ol' cheese. Whatever. It goes down nicely with a cold beer, and squeaks like crazy when you chew it, hence the name. Perhaps Cheesehead can enlighten me on what constitutes a "curd."
This is apparently where the advertising world is headquartered, in West Yellowstone, MT. I looked all over for Wall Street, to no avail.
This has nothing to do with anything. It's just a dog, on a truck, in Yellowstone. I like dogs. So sue me. It's my blog.
Speaking of dogs, this is some sort of dog rodeo we passed by in Utah. Also saw a couple of guys herding cats, and another with a gun slung over his shoulder, riding a tapir. It's a strange place.
Damn! Wrong weekend! I would go back up to Mt. Pleasant, UT for this white knuckle event, but I'm having my hair done Saturday. Just my luck.
This where geezers go to become geysers. I'll have the double pinto bean special, with boiled cabbage, pickled eggs, and a side of broccoli, please.
We came to this detour in Idaho, and I found out that if you do as the sign tells you, you end up driving in a big loop, back and forth all afternoon. They need a little switch in the car they can flip so the sign changes to "You can stop following me now, dumbass."
And finally, from the Awwww, Isn't That Cute Department, TFMCD and I stopped of at the LDS temple in Manti, UT. We were married there nearly 34 years ago, and wanted to get our picture at the same place it was taken right after the wedding. We didn't have the old photo with us, so just had to make a scientific wild-ass guess (SWAG) as to the actual location. We got pretty darn close! And yes, The Crime Dog cut his ties to that church many, many, many years ago.
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This is apparently where the advertising world is headquartered, in West Yellowstone, MT. I looked all over for Wall Street, to no avail.
This has nothing to do with anything. It's just a dog, on a truck, in Yellowstone. I like dogs. So sue me. It's my blog.
Speaking of dogs, this is some sort of dog rodeo we passed by in Utah. Also saw a couple of guys herding cats, and another with a gun slung over his shoulder, riding a tapir. It's a strange place.
Damn! Wrong weekend! I would go back up to Mt. Pleasant, UT for this white knuckle event, but I'm having my hair done Saturday. Just my luck.
This where geezers go to become geysers. I'll have the double pinto bean special, with boiled cabbage, pickled eggs, and a side of broccoli, please.
We came to this detour in Idaho, and I found out that if you do as the sign tells you, you end up driving in a big loop, back and forth all afternoon. They need a little switch in the car they can flip so the sign changes to "You can stop following me now, dumbass."
And finally, from the Awwww, Isn't That Cute Department, TFMCD and I stopped of at the LDS temple in Manti, UT. We were married there nearly 34 years ago, and wanted to get our picture at the same place it was taken right after the wedding. We didn't have the old photo with us, so just had to make a scientific wild-ass guess (SWAG) as to the actual location. We got pretty darn close! And yes, The Crime Dog cut his ties to that church many, many, many years ago.
