Is Chevy Chase in this Movie Too?

Six days on the road--oh wait--Johnny Cash already wrote that song. Here we sit on a gorgeous day inside the RV outside the West Yellowstone Park entrance. Our heads are bloodied but unbowed.

Maybe not exactly bloodied but poor Mr. T has been attacked by every mosquito in the park, Byrdie is having, uh, digestion problems, Talus has run away once and gotten stranded across a mountain stream (Mr. T to the rescue to ford the creek and carry the poodle back across) and I realize I couldn't have stocked the RV with enough gin and fresh limes to make this seem like a good idea. More about Poodle Rescue later.

Okay--so the first night we stayed underneath the landing planes at Reno International Airport. It can happen. The second night in Wells, Nevada, I started to remember how big this country is. The RV park was small and very nice—Mountain Shadows. When we went to leave in the morning they’d hung a sign on the door “Gone to Church.”

After leaving Nevada and entering Idaho a bit of a panic began to set in. It was in Jackpot, Nevada, that I remembered I do not like the prairie or large open places. It is unnerving to see nothing but the horizon when one looks out.

THERE IS NO OCEAN! WE ARE TRAPPED! WE ARE LANDLOCKED!!!

And “looking out” is what one does driving all day. See picture taken from front of Minnie.

See picture taken from side window of Minnie.

Do you get the picture???

Our destination was Park #1—Craters of the Moon. But that is another post. Three days of driving the flatlands had me over the edge. But I wanted to let my faithful 30 readers know we had not fallen off the ends of this flat earth.