Camping Trip 2013-2, Bloopers and Outtakes

Joe and I took a combined 700 pictures of our trip.  There is no way possible to show them all in just a few blog posts.  Here are a few that didn't make the cut, for probably obvious reasons.

This picture was taken in the children's section of the Church History Museum in Salt Lake City.  They had these cute hispanic-style costumes for LITTLE kids to wear as they were exploring the museum.  Justice has no shame in his skinny game, and squeezed himself into one of the vests and wore it throughout the museum without a care in the world.

This is the cool sign inside the welcome center where Old Faithful is at.  The sign predicts when the next eruption will be plus or minus ten minutes so you can go outside and get a good view.  It allegedly erupts every hour.

Joe drove me NUTS before the trip about buying a portable DVD player with two screens for the boys to keep them occupied in the car.  I was dead-set against it.  I envisioned them actually looking out the window and taking in the scenery and learning something about our great country.  HA!  That was a total pipe dream, and I was SO HAPPY that Joe bought this thing.  It certainly kept them from going nuts, and me from going nuts.  It lived up to my prediction though... Every time I said "Hey, LOOK!", they couldn't have possibly cared any less.

Jack is enthralled with whatever movie is on the screen, and is oblivious to the beautiful countryside out the window.

Funny story.  Joe's eyes are extremely sensitive to light.  It's actually a side effect of ADD.  Seriously.  He is miserable without sun glasses.  He's also already miserable because he's in the car.  On this particular morning, he left his sunglasses in the popup.  It's not as easy as just pulling over and getting them out, either.  We would have had to raise the whole thing to get them.  So in an effort to keep him from getting a headache, I gave him my sunglasses to wear.  

Sexy, no?  Ha!!

The campground in Wyoming was situated on Happy Jack road.  Those are two words that don't get tossed together much in the Mack House.  "Happy" and "Jack".  

Dad is trying valiantly to sleep late.  I am trying valiantly to get on the road.  So I send the boys to my bed to bug him.  The funniest part of this picture is that Jack is trying to rock Jacoby.  And clearly he's moving REALLY FAST because poor Jacoby is nothing but a blur on camera.  Good thing he has great head-control already.  

Joe is a good sport.  We are playing Disney Headbands for maybe the ten thousandth time.  He rocks the mouse ears.

Justice lost a tooth on the trip.

I took this picture. First, let's talk about the Mexican food here in this area.  It's gross. If you've never had Mexican food anywhere but T-County, I can see where you'd think it was good.  But it's really not, I promise you.  It's like Chinese Buffet food.  No matter what restaurant you go to, the menu is the same, and it tastes exactly the same.  Heavy, greasy, with too many spices.  Ack.  There is also no such thing as that greasy white cheese sauce that I love so much in real Mexican food territory.  We had the best food ever in the restaurant near my Dad's house.  Holy cow, it was amazing.  The chicken was grilled perfectly, the beans weren't super salty, the rice was perfect and these tacos were not fried.  They were DELICIOUS.  I had forgotten how good Mexican food can be.  It wasn't Southern California Mexican, but it was close.

Jack's first fish!  A "bullhead" they are called.

Joe went inside the visitor's center to get a map of Yellowstone and came out with a pass for entry into any national park for free for the whole year.  He was REALLY excited about that.  We do enjoy getting freebies like that for our military service.  He took this picture to show me the great deal we got.  We saved 25 bucks that day alone. 

This was gas station food at its finest.  This is a caramel corn thingie that you microwave for 15 seconds and it turns into the tastiest road-snack in the world.   

Bunny ears.  Always a classic.

Justice is lighting fireworks at my Dad's house and running for his life because he is also scared to death he's going to blow his fingers or foot off.

Joe wears Jacoby well. 

Ok, so Joe and I have separate cameras and take our own pictures, which is another story all together.  I didn't realize he was in this picture until I downloaded the photos when I got home.  It is a great picture though, I really like it.  Justice was dangling Tonto's feet in the water.  Tonto was not impressed.

The KOA at Mount Rushmore had smoked turkey legs for sale.  They were wildy popular and you had to preorder them the morning of in order to secure your order.  It was a caveman meat fest in our popup that night.  

I tried valiantly to get some good pictures of Tonto while we were on vacation, but this little feller is not photogenic in the slightest.  He rocks that extra chin of his with style though.

Joe drove me INSANE about getting everybody's picture near the pillar at Mount Rushmore with the states name that they were born in.  So every-stinking-family-member has a photo like this.  Joe by New York; Me, Arizona; Justice, Louisiana; Jack and Jacoby, Tennessee.  OK, wait a second.  Joe was NOT born in New York.  He was born in South Carolina.  That makes this whole "picture by the pillar you were born in" thing even more ridiculous.  

And last, but not least...

Joe flipped out in the car over this exit sign because the exit number is zero.  He'd sworn he'd never seen an "Exit 0" before, so he forced me to take the photo.  And here it is, Exit 0.  It's on the border between Idaho and Montana.

Now, to go sift through the other 600 plus photos that did not make the cut!