Here are the notes I am taking while Molly and I are on a road trip through Idaho (briefly), Wyoming, and Montana, October 2018.

We’re going to blow past the fact I haven’t acknowledged the existence of this Hamblog since June 2016, okay? Okay!

Well finally, Molly and myself, after our epic Southwest road trip of 2010, are again embarking on a road trip; this time, 9 days through Montana and Wyoming and associated state parks.

I shall be OLD SCHOOL BLOGGING this trip! Yes!

Part two is here

Skip down towards the bottom if you want to miss airport-related complaining. 

OCTOBER 6, 2018

ANOTHER LAX RANT

But first! I’m currently thumb-typing this on my flight from LAX to Salt Lake City, and am still quivering with deep irritation (not quite rage, since nothing went horrifically wrong – SO FAR) at the whole process of trying to get from my home to LAX. The area in which I live is still so podunk that there are only expensive and very limited methods to get to the airport. Not to mention, there were no Lyft drivers available at 6:15am (Saturday) to come pick me up and get me to the Airporter LAX shuttle at Oxnard Airport — which necessitated a panicked scramble to get in my car and screech down to OXN (thankfully only 10 min away) and praise the gods there was long term parking available at a reasonable $8/day. Of course I didn’t have cash nor the time to use the Amish-level technology to prepay for the parking (leave cash in envelope in box). As it was, the shuttle showed up and I paid $45 for that privilege of getting to LAX 3+ hours before my flight. I should mention that OXN isn’t really an airport for real, regular-type traveling humans anymore — just helicopters and little planes and airport-related shuttles.

I’m boring myself with my travel woes, which aren’t that bad. Anyone who knows me know that my least favorite aspect of living where I live is not having easy access to an international airport. And so there goes your proof.

SCENES FROM AN AIRPORT AND MUSINGS ON MY MORAL CENTER

For the past four years, I have working on being a newer, better version of Becky. Evidence:

 

1. I did not steal one of these plastic ice cubes. No one would have noticed and I am completely attracted to eye level shiny fake novelty food items (anyone who know me knows this too) but I resisted! Even after paying five bucks for a cup of coffee that was gross and scaldingly hot. It was amusing to see the faces of the Italian couple in front of me after sampling their good ol’ American espresso drinks.

2. I am resisting posting a photo of a couple fast asleep in the middle of the floor at my gate area – spooning. It was weird but not that weird, since it seems the  most travelers pretty much have given up on decorum, as well as  happiness, at airports. And for good reason!

Enough. To end my booring LAX screed, here’s the LAX Spanx store:

LAX — SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH — POCATELLO, IDAHO

Molly and I met up with sedate squeals of glee in SLC and boarded our small plane for the short hop to rainy, chilly Pocatello.

We got upgraded to the soccer mom van to end all soccer mom vans. I got us on the road and as we came up to Blackfoot, Idaho, Molly said the magical words: “The Idaho Potato Museum is open for another half hour.” Well then.

There was so much more. When I can troubleshoot my blog situation, I’ll post video of the Couch Potato Family singing to us from their cellar. You really had to be there. This was the best first stop!

IDAHO — MONTANA (BRIEFLY) — JACKSON, WYOMING

After driving through the Teton Pass (no photos – it was some challenging driving), we ended up in the ever-so-upscale Jackson, Wyoming.

We stayed at the adorable Black Creek Inn, which was notable for:

What a day! We’re so excited about the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone tomorrow!!

Go to part two