Wyoming!

Started in Wall yesterday morning, after camping the night in town. I've been taking the occasional video clip, but didn't take any video or pictures from Wall. Why? I've been there before, many years ago, so it wasn't a place for me to ooh and aah like a tourist and take pictures of stuff. It was a time to refresh my memory of the things I had seen there.

Devils Tower was a lot cooler than I thought it would be. It's huge, monstrous, awe-inspiring and pretty cool.

Besides those highlights, yesterday was not fun. Why, you ask?

Speed limit 75 is no real problem when you go 65 and there's nobody to pass, and relatively few people on the road.
Mountain driving SUCKS. It is scary and the deer are bigger b******* than in IN. However, I didn't wreck, didn't get stranded.
I was driving past snow. SNOW. IN THE MIDDLE/END OF JUNE.
I've driven over 1000 miles from home, friends and family by myself.
Driving westward in the evening is a bad idea. Especially in mountains.
I misread directions and drove past my intended campsite(s) by about 30 miles before I realized it.
I made it to another campground just as dark was falling. Not having hot food in days, I prepared to heat soup in a can.
The lighter I have doesn't work. It won't spark.
I have matches in a waterproof container, but nothing to light them on.
The mosquitoes at the campground were awful.
It also featured a mineral spring pool, which means that the entire site smells strongly of sulphur- like getting stuck in the shower at Sapelo Island.
And when I got there, I paid 20$ to get told that I had to park my car not in a parking spot and pitch my tent not in a campsite spot.
I'm alone. Lonely.
I had cell phone service all of maybe 20 mintues all of yesterday.
Valve released Meet the Medic.

I haven't cried in a long time. Some of you reading this have heard my theory of the emotion meter. Basically, the way it works is that whenever strong, emotional stressed get you (anger, fear, sadness, etc.) they fill the meter a little bit. Happy, non-stressful times reduce the level. Think of it like water in a dam. Eventually, there will come a point where you get one drop to much, and the whole thing busts. That's when you cry. Different people have different meters, fill it up different amounts, and so one. That's why some people cry often and others hardly ever at all.

I couldn't remember crying for the past 2 years. That's a lot of stuff built up behind the wall.

Last night the dam burst.
I was lonely, tired, had a headache, mentally exhausted, physically sore from driving and sleeping on the ground (I'll get used to the latter), and all the things above just piled on top.

I bawled like a little b****. I had to rant and cry to myself out loud in my car because I didn't have cell service to call anyone. I cried though blueberry poptarts for dinner because I didn't have the energy or will to make a sandwich.

I drank the cream soda I was saving for a special occasion, like Sam joining me or getting to Seattle or something. I couldn't not drink it- my will was broken.

Sodas consumed: 2.

I just found out today going through Tweets on Twitter (gosh people post stuff all the time!) that Mario Marathon 4 started last night. I can't really watch or support, but oh well.

I have 2 minutes left of Internet time and this will have to do.

Later today, I'll be in Yellowstone. The adventure will continue from there.


PS HOLY CAARP MOUNTAINS