Unhygienic Adventures

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Why Fucking Oming.

Oh my yes. We hit 3400 miles today. Not only that, we also reached the highest point traveled so far, at 8745 feet. The air was thin, and pretty much useless.

We have definitely made it out of South Dakota. Wyoming is a land of over weight people that stare at you. I even got called a fag tonight. Its also filled full of tiny tourist trap towns that are actually good at trapping us. The cowboy myth is alive and well here. We staying tonight at the famous Antler Inn here in Cody. I understand that Buffalo Bill Cody was the mayor of this place for a while.

This state is also incredibly beautiful. Insane. Take 14 if you ever drive here. Canyons and clouds and all kinds of crazy geography.

Tomorrow we go to Yellow Stone.

Here's some pictures.

I fear for Will's sanity.

Hes a lover, not a fighter.

I'm skeptical of the bovines.

Imagine the scene above for hundreds of miles. Thats Wyoming.

Desert Turd.

At a beef jerky stand in the middle of bloody nowhere.

Still Life with Dashboard

In lieu of showing you the hilarious and dangerous volume of insects caked to our windshield, I'll instead show you this photograph of sunglasses tastefully arranged/violently thrown onto the windshield at sunset before the worst of the little emulsiony-bodied fuckers hit.