So, here's a little recap on what happened, starting from the first day, August 6th, 2009:
We got on a flight using Delta Airlines (one of the worst airlines imo from the flights that I had to deal with to and from Yellowstone) to Jackson Hole.
First, we transferred from San Francisco to Salt Lake City. The plane arrived on time, however it landed late. Because of this, we literally had to jog towards our next transfer flight from Salt Lake to Jackson Hole. We had intended to stay in Salt Lake City for the supposed one hour in between flights to eat dinner, however that plan was dashed and we had to instead rush towards our next flight.
The sucky part? Apparently, the Salt Lake City airport has A LOT of terminals. We had to transfer from Terminal B to Terminal E (each having around 20-30 gates each?) in... A short amount of time. With luggage. It was an adventure.
Can you sense my bitterness towards Delta right now? Feel the angry energy waves floating off of meeeeee.
Once in our plane, the flight was delayed again. This time, however, I admit it was not the fault of Delta, but the wildfires that were filling the surrounding air with smoke. The planes ended up filing in a sort of single file line in order to transfer to a different terminal (ironically enough, I think it was the terminal we had just run 2348937243 miles from, Terminal B) and after about an hour or so, we finally took off.
Because of our lateness (we arrived at 10, but in the world of Jackson Hole, that's really late apparently), our rental car services were not available. Instead, we paid about $200 more for a different car.
While we were waiting for the rental car thing to get ready, Liao (my cousin), and I explored the REALLY small airport. It was so small, it only had ONE security checkpoint and one line. Pretty spiffy.
The airport was like a mini museum with lots of small artifacts.
Liao, my ballerina cousin. :)
The grandparents. They're
I got really bored and started taking random pictures...
Why hello thar.
Creepy airport exit is creepy.
Note to self: Taking pictures while running usually causes blurs.
Instead of a small dinky white minivan, we were handed the GIGANTIC MONSTROSITY OF A FULL AMERICAN VEHICLE. Yay for GM Suburbans!
After figuring out the car and how to get out of the airport, we drove for a really long time to get to the small tourist town of Jackson Hole. I entertained myself with slow shutter speeds and the moon.
Nananananananana Batmaaannnnnnnn~
Our first day/night in Yellowstone was destined for complete fail. My mom had reservations at an inn listed online as the "Days Inn." After following the directions of the receptionist, we ended up driving in front of an inn not called Days Inn. We drove in circles, hesitated at the inn that was not Days Inn but was in the spot Days Inn was supposed to be, and finally my mom stepped off the car and went inside to ask for directions.
Apparently, Days Inn JUST changed their name to "The Point Inn." In fact, it was changed so recently, that the online website hadn't even been changed yet. Go figure.
The front desk of
Very nice room, but no internet. :(
Thankfully Days Inn, now named The Point Inn, was located right behind an Albertsons. So we went to buy lots of chips and a late dinner. (half-frozen microwaveable burrito and potato salad FTW)
Once in our respective hotel rooms at around midnight, my cousin and I watched TV until 2AM. (2AM NOWAI.) I watched this interesting scary movie about some woman who goes to some house to take care of some old guy who had a stroke. But lo and behold, the stroke was actually this weird curse that only works on you if you "believe" and had started from years ago when this slave couple cast the curse on the master and mistress of the house and blah blah blah. End of story is protagonists get cursed. The end.
TYPE MOAR I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT REST OF TRIP 8D
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