Flaming Gorge and Dinosaurs

This is our friend J.shawn.
He’s not flaming or a gorge….I guess you can say he is almost a dinosaur since he just turned the ripe old age of 32.

DSC03716Nope. He’s the reason Rhonda was able to get her ass back on the road for a sweet trip to Wyoming for some camping and road tripping to the northern part of Flaming Gorge.

As they say for every life there is a death. And actually this particular weekend there were about 132 deaths as countless of suicidal bunny rabbits kept jolting in front of Rhonda on the way to the Gorge.

But we weren’t going to let the deaths of countless cute, innocent, fluffy tailed rabbits stop the fun. Just kidding, I don’t think Rhonda actually hit any…but it’s no exaggeration when we say there is an epidemic of suicidal bunnies in southern Wyoming.

Great water sports, wake boarding, sunset cruise dancing….the flaming gorge was a great time! And late September was perfect because with campgrounds officially closed there were very little people.

The fun at the Flaming Gorge couldn’t last forever so Rhonda hopped (sick sense of humor) on south 191 to Vernal and the National Dinosaur Monument.

It’s an understatement to say that place was way cool.

Despite it being a tad pain in the arse to actually get to, the museum itself was sweet. Whoever says they wouldn’t want to see hundred million year old dinosaur fossils on the side of the mountain is a liar! I’ll tell them to their face!



Whoever Says That Skiing is Like Riding a Bike, Please Stand Up So I Can Punch You in the Throat!

By Vanessa

Well, as uncool as I was trying to live by the water, I know it might shock you to know that I’m just as uncool trying to be a ski bum.


I consider myself a pretty athletic person. But after spending my first couple of hours on the mountain flying out of my skis with a face full of snot, I’ve realized that being a ski bum for the season might not be as simple as I originally thought.

Brett, on the other hand, does look pretty cool snowboarding.

V and B

I’m not sure where I got the idea that skiing is just like riding a bike. But I’d like to politely tell that person to f@$k off. Ha! After a long while of not stepping foot into skis, I was rudely awakened by the fact that I am a shitty, shitty skier!

I have my work cut out for me and I’ve never been afraid of a little hard work. At least I have a full ski season ahead to practice. So I guess until then, just continue to pray that my health insurance covers the possibility of multiple broken bones. I’m joking….kind of…..

No I’m not kidding! Please pray for me;)

Don’t Judge A Utah By Its Cover

Utah: I judged you. I was wrong and I say I’m wrong.

I have never spent any real time in Utah. I generalized it as a highly religious state with no booze to be had.

Not sure why I had these preconceived notions. Maybe it’s because every time I told someone about moving to Park City their first reaction is: “why the hell would you do that, you can’t drink in Utah.”

Well, I’m here to say Utahians (???) are not as uptight as I was lead to believe.

So. Many. Breweries. You can drink in Utah. And I intend to try every single one of them. Vanessa:1 Prohibition: 0

Naked Women! I actually saw a billboard for a strip club as we were driving to Salt Lake. Young women in Utah also have the same opportunities to ‘pay their way through college’ as those in other states.

Another thing exists in Utah that I had no freaking clue about. Salt deserts!! Amazingly beautiful, we drove through miles and miles of white, snowlike fields.

What else was surprising about Utah? Always thought Utahians were probably pretty mellow. Well, Brett joined a basketball league here and at his first game there was almost a fight on the court and the benches cleared. Utah is tough!

And did you know it snows in Utah???? Crazy, right? Ok, we knew it snowed, but we didn’t have any pictures to put in and since the four people who actually read this blog probably only look at the pictures anyways we figured we better sneak one in.

Holy crap. It snows in Utah!
Holy crap. It snows in Utah!

I’m sure there will be other surprising revelations too.
Utah…what a state!

Sweet, sweet Utah
Sweet, sweet Utah

Putting It In Park in Park City: An Open Letter to Rhonda from Brett and Vanessa

Rhonda, can you believe it has already been four months on the road? Thank you so, so, so much for putting up with us!!

Thanks for muscling through the recent 12 hour nonstop drive from San Francisco to Park City, Utah. You handled it like a champ, like we knew you would! Now in Park City, I bet you are wondering why we’ve stayed here for so long. Usually we don’t last in one location for more than a day or two before we head to our next adventure.

Well, you will probably be relieved to know that you will be able to take a longer than usual rest: six month rest that is. Yup, we’ve decided to put it in park for the winter season in Park City. We have jobs and in a few days will have an apartment.

And you deserve the rest. We have so much to thank you for:

… the ungodly altitude climbs:

Altitude Sickness Anyone?
Altitude Sickness Anyone?

…the random boondock spots. Some were amazing:

Now THIS is a beautiful boondock!
Now THIS is a beautiful boondock!
While others were questionable:

…the endless meals that couldn’t have been possible without you:

Homemade Pot Pies
Homemade Pot Pies

…taking us to some of the most beautiful sites we have ever seen:

The amazing Golden Gate Bridge.
The amazing Golden Gate Bridge.

Thanks for just letting us hang out and be silly.

Teach me how to Snuggie?
Teach me how to Snuggie?

We’ve collected a lot of bumper stickers along the way.

Nice collection on your backside!
Nice collection on your backside!
And the adventure WILL begin again. Until then, here’s to all of us surviving the snow!

Well, Now We Know Who The Real Dipstick Is….

Oil is like water for Rhonda. She craves it. It’s essential for her survival.

Brett realizes this and obsessively checks the oil dipstick. No really, CONSTANTLY. It’s actually really cute. We get the oil changed every 3,000 miles no matter where we are or what the time constraints may be.

So imagine the look on poor Brett’s face during this exchange while getting the oil changed in Medford, Oregon:

Mechanic: Wow, you are really low on oil sir.

Brett: That can’t be, I check it all the time. Why are you checking the oil on the wrong side of Rhonda’s hood?

Mechanic: I’m checking the oil, you were checking the transmission fluid.


And that ladies and gentleman is how we once and for all discovered who the real dipstick is….

For Once Why Can’t We Just be Cool!

Picture this: Brett and I walking along a gorgeous Tofino beach in the Vancouver Islands.


Sooooooo amazing.

We see some mussels and ask the kind lady fishing with her husband if we could eat them. She says of course, she does it all the time.

Mussels in the Ground

Awesome: Never have we ever ‘caught’ and cooked a meal. Brett couldn’t contain his excitement:

Brett Psyched

So we pick a bag full of mussels….Picking Mussels

and make a pretty darn tasty sauce with ingredients we scrounged from Rhonda’s cupboard. At this point, we are pretty freaking proud of ourselves….and they tasted amazing.

Checking To See if They Are ReadyMussells Cooked

Fast forward to later in the evening as we were telling the bartender…still pretty excited about the entire day.

It turns out that kind lady fishing with her husband had no freaking clue.

The bartender immediately had this disgusted look: “What???? Did you check to see if it was OK????”

Ummmmmmm, we obviously didn’t. So of course it turned out that the entire area is closed to fishing due to contamination including the picking of shelled seafood.

Well, way to rain on our parade! We didnt get sick (THANK GOD) but I think we were both pretty sure we were going to spontaneously start foaming at the mouth in the middle of the night!

And there you have it. It’s the story of two dumb Americans who just want to be the cool kids living by the water. Uhhhh, uncontrollable diarrhea is probably not very cool. I’ve taken a mental note.

We have Mastered the Wind!

Holy crap did it get hot in Rhonda this summer! It could be nice and cool outside, but within Rhonda it always seemed we could never get a breeze. We constantly resorted to covering our bodies with Frozen Margaritas in order to stay cool (thank you Jackie!).

Sweet tan line
Sweet tan line

However, after almost two months on the road we finally mastered the wind!

We were parked outside a Laundromat in Middleton, Wisconsin to steal some WiFi, and we noticed a breeze shoot through our window. It was fairly hot that night so we were hoping for the breeze to continue.

It did not.

How could we harness the breeze?

And then it hit us! Let’s see what direction the wind is traveling using our trusty cell phones, and then park accordingly so the wind would hit us.

I was so proud of our brains that night. The wind was moving SW at 7 mph. So, all we did was face Rhonda NW. Bam! The wind streamed through like the Salmon of Capistrano. It only took two months, but we had done it!

We had mastered the wind…just in time for fall in the Rocky Mountains!

Now, where the hell did we put our blankets? It’s freaking 32 degrees outside and the wind is making it freezing in here!
Someone shut that damn window!

It's fricking freezing in here Mr. Bigglesworth.
It’s fricking freezing in here Mr. Bigglesworth.

South Dakota: A Battle Between Good Beatles and Bad Beetles

We put a lot of miles on Rhonda and saw some amazing things as we drove through the Black Hills National Forest.

Where's Barack?
Where’s Barack?
Jewel Cave
Jewel Cave
Jewel Cave
Jewel Cave
Jewel Cave
Jewel Cave

While the scenery was amazing, we noticed large sections of discoloration in the mountains. From afar it was actually sort of pretty, but as we drove closer we realized something sinister was going down.

A beetle infestation is killing all the trees. The Pine Beetle is responsible for destroying 384,000 of the 1.2 million acres in the Black Hills. That’s one third!!!! Al the red trees were awesome looking, but they were also dead!

Pretty from a distance.
Pretty from a distance.
Something is not right...
Something is not right…

With the power of Penny Lane, South Dakota counter-punched with a Beatle infestation of their own. A Beatle’s cover band in downtown Rapid City seemed to make it all better (at least for the evening). The entire town came out. The weather was perfect. Brett made sure we had proper provisions….

Always thinking ahead!
Always thinking ahead!

…and children were dancing through the rhythmic water fountains as it followed the beat of the music.

Beatle-Mania in Rapid City.
Beatle-Mania in Rapid City.

The heart and spirit of Crazy Horse was everywhere. Bottom line, don’t count South Dakota out!