It was an INCREDIBLE trip. It was everything I hoped for - and Hutch even climbed the same hill, twice, for me.
How incredible is that? But it was worth it. We were there to see the Grand Prismatic Spring, and we did see it when the sky was overcast and three storms were visible in the horizon... and again the next morning, with blue skies, while the spring was steaming harder than ever.
Morrigan, as a roommate, is her usual wonderful self; and everybody else was just as amazing. We ate game almost every night and that's probably what made me strong enough to withstand the flu, that never really put me down, out of sheer stubborness. Also, Morrigan could make a living out of being a "on the road DJ", for her atmospheric and at times whimsical choices. And that's how we approached the Grand Tetons as one would approach Mordor.
One day one of us will tell the story of how we dropped Morrigan at 5:58pm for a flight leaving at 6:20pm, and how the security officer had to lift the shutters of the airport to allow her in.
And poor Morrigan consoling herself in the long road to the airport thinking that if she lost that flight she could get the next and not miss her two consecutive flights. Little did she know - or we, as we sped through Wyoming, with Walt making some breathtaking passes - that not only hers was the last flight, but that the aiport closed at SIX! That lady at the check-in counter had to literally scribble Morrigan's boarding pass because the system was already out for the day. Hutch and the guys followed her all the way through to make sure that Morrigan would be
inside the plane before we ourselves took off for our hotel. If she missed that flight she would miss her two connections and, much worse, the Iron Maiden concert she wanted so much to go. (was it worth it, Morrigan?)
Looking at me is not all that great a pleasure....
