The sun was shining, Johnny Cash was loaded on the iPod and off we went, due East to chase a dream. The dream: Jackson Hole, Wyoming. After gorgeous scenery of the Grand Tetons and a little too much of Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, Tim McGraw and Neil Diamond, we had completed our navigation through beautiful farmland and steep mountain roads. We were greeted in the most appropriate way: an archway made completely of antlers.
Our artistic senses were tingling, so we whipped out some sketch pads and charcoal and went to work. Although close to call, it was decided that Laleinia's art work was better.
Jackson Hole was beautiful. The buildings looked like they were right out of an old Western film, and the sidewalks were wooden. We looked at awful T-Shirts, stuffed dead animals and even sat down and pondered with Einstein.
Upon leaving the Hole, we stopped by the side of the road to pet some horses and stare at the mountains, all while a passing by Coyote trotted around the field in front of us.
Our artistic senses were tingling, so we whipped out some sketch pads and charcoal and went to work. Although close to call, it was decided that Laleinia's art work was better.
On the way home, we stopped for a scenic Root Beer in the mountains...
Then we sat on a giant potato...
Then we went to hear Glenn Beck talk about America...
Then we ended it all with a firework show!
