Warning: It's the Height of Tourist Season in Wyoming

These posts have become a bit scattered and random, so I will not attempt to explain how all these events line-up... who cares anyway?

Stopping in Rock Springs Wyoming could have been the worst decision made on summer adventures so far. I should have listened to my instincts and not over-nighted my summer thesis. We made friends with just about EVERYBODY in Staples. All the employees stared poked and prodded at us as if we were cute alien species to them.

Chelsea was freaked out. Alex was hungry. I was indifferent (except that I was pissed it cost 40 dollars to send paper 350 miles.)

We ate dinner at a converted Burger King Sushi restaurant. Chelsea was freaked out. Alex was hungry. I was hungry, too.

We ate sashimi and didn't get sick. We laughed. There was lots of laughter on our trip because I think we are an odd combination of brains.

On our way out and away from Rock Springs, Wyoming, Mark in a white ice delivery truck decided it was unnecessary to stop when all the traffic in front of him was immobile. We happened to be the lucky recipients of his Dodge Ram schnoz and all the weight of ice behind it.

Here is Autumn's new van after the crash:



The scary part was, Chelsea wasn't even in a real seat. The universe gave us ( credit a.o.b) this divine chesterfield.


Well, actually Chelsea found her for free in at Rummages in Steamboat. We figured since it was in a "No Dumping Zone" it was probably clean...


Stuck in Rock Springs, we searched for a hotel. The woman at the front desk at Econo Lodge told us we'd have a hard time finding a place since it was height of tourist season in Rock Springs. Chelsea freaked out: "What the fuck is there to do here? Are there hot springs?!" Feeling uncomfortable, the woman ignored Chelsea's plea and directed us to The Sands Inn, where we had a full sized refrigerator and microwave for me and Alex's late night gas station burritos.

Even the Buddha looks sad with that gray sky behind him.


We rented a UHaul the next day and were on our way, sans music, but with a bucket seat!






* note: Chelsea does not often freak out, Rock Springs freaks her out. Alex wasn't always hungry, we all were always hungry. And I am not often indifferent. I am generally precise and picky. It was WYOMING that flips it all around. It's in the water.