On our way back home from Washington we decided to break out trip up into three days of travel. The trip was fairly harmonious until on day two we woke up and went to eat breakfast in our hotel. You know how hotels have those little racks of tourist pamphlets strategically located near the continental breakfast nook? I typically try to distract Casey so he doesn't notice them and demand we make a stop in "Dinosaur Park" before heading out for the day. Well I was asleep on the job and he found the rack of pamphlets (YIKES). Not only did he decided to go on a harebrained adventure, but he decided he had "ALWAYS wanted to see Devils Tower", which happened to be backtracking over an hour. Aargh. I'm not one to squash someones dream of "ALWAYS wanting to see Devils Tower" and after hearing "We'll never be this close to Devils Tower again" 8 million times I finally gave in and braced myself for the adventure. It turned out to be an OK trip, and we did eventually make it home, so what am I complaining about?
Don't fret, Porter didn't actually puncture his neck with that big stick. It's an illusion.
Maya trying to feed the prairie dogs.