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wayfaringwordhackIn T -40 minutes, Julien and I are going fossil hunting in George's quarry. We don't know who the heck George is, but Bob from Bob's Rock Shop sent us there this morning, saying it was our best bet for finding someone to take us out in the wet. Apparently, after rains, it's not the best time to go fossil hunting, but we're here and hunting we will go.
We drove down from Jackson last night; the trip took us 4 hours instead of 3 because of all the deer on the road. Count: 3 alive, 3 dead. I didn't even bother counting the dead badgers and skunks.
Kemmerer is an eerie, empty town to drive into at 10:30 p.m., and it was made more so to have Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" on the radio. Despite Julien's very comforting, "This is the kind of town where I can imagine someone stumbling up to the car window, gasping, 'Help me!'" we ended up sleeping in the car again:
We sleep really well in those Marmot sleeping bags! And no zombies or zombie-chased victims disturbed our rest.
We drove down from Jackson last night; the trip took us 4 hours instead of 3 because of all the deer on the road. Count: 3 alive, 3 dead. I didn't even bother counting the dead badgers and skunks.
Kemmerer is an eerie, empty town to drive into at 10:30 p.m., and it was made more so to have Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" on the radio. Despite Julien's very comforting, "This is the kind of town where I can imagine someone stumbling up to the car window, gasping, 'Help me!'" we ended up sleeping in the car again:
We sleep really well in those Marmot sleeping bags! And no zombies or zombie-chased victims disturbed our rest.