Saturday, August 19, 2006
Here's a shot of Montana around Anaconda taken from a speeding car.
I had arranged to stop at the Fairmont Hot Springs Resort on the advice of Ryan. Sorta like if a Best Western hotel had a really, really big pool and advertized the hell out of it. I almost got stuck in the water slide.
Ain't she cute?
That damn water slide again. The thing was run by a twelve year old, who would look out that little window to make sure the last guy got out alive and then hit a buzzer to let the next one go. He looked really bored.
I had arranged to stop at the Fairmont Hot Springs Resort on the advice of Ryan. Sorta like if a Best Western hotel had a really, really big pool and advertized the hell out of it. I almost got stuck in the water slide.
Ain't she cute?
That damn water slide again. The thing was run by a twelve year old, who would look out that little window to make sure the last guy got out alive and then hit a buzzer to let the next one go. He looked really bored.
Here's Vesya by the pool on the morning we headed for Yellowstone.
She insisted on a hour at the pool before we could check out. I swear, if she's within 1,500 feet of a pool, she's in it.
A stranger took our picture in front of the water slide. I had to pry the camera from her cold, dead fingers.
Apparently I needed another picture of Vesya sitting in a restaurant. Can't get enough of 'em.
Eventually Vesya decided to ignore me and ordered a turkey sandwich that she still remembers fondly to this day.
She insisted on a hour at the pool before we could check out. I swear, if she's within 1,500 feet of a pool, she's in it.
A stranger took our picture in front of the water slide. I had to pry the camera from her cold, dead fingers.
Apparently I needed another picture of Vesya sitting in a restaurant. Can't get enough of 'em.
Eventually Vesya decided to ignore me and ordered a turkey sandwich that she still remembers fondly to this day.
We stopped in a little restaurant right outside of the Big Sky ski resort for a little food. This is what I looked like on that day.
In West Yellowstone, you can find 15,232 different items with 'Yellowstone' printed on it, but you can't find a place to sell you sunscreen. I've said it before: capitalism just doesn't work.
Self portrait at a diner where we enjoyed a chocolate milkshake made with bakers chocolate. Bitter.
Shortly after this picture was taken, a ranger yelled at Vesya for six minutes for putting her feet up on the antique building.
In West Yellowstone, you can find 15,232 different items with 'Yellowstone' printed on it, but you can't find a place to sell you sunscreen. I've said it before: capitalism just doesn't work.
Self portrait at a diner where we enjoyed a chocolate milkshake made with bakers chocolate. Bitter.
Shortly after this picture was taken, a ranger yelled at Vesya for six minutes for putting her feet up on the antique building.
Here's a shot of the Old Faithful Inn from the third floor.
They don't let you go up to the fourth anymore.
From the second floor you can look down on the folks eating in the restaurant. Makes you feel like god.

We didn't pay attention to 'schedules' or 'what the ranger told us', we were gonna wait for Old Faithful to 'splode regardless of what the authorities said.
They don't let you go up to the fourth anymore.
From the second floor you can look down on the folks eating in the restaurant. Makes you feel like god.

We didn't pay attention to 'schedules' or 'what the ranger told us', we were gonna wait for Old Faithful to 'splode regardless of what the authorities said.


























