Cursing the trucks on American Interstates, the tire manufacturers and pretty much everything and everybody in the least bit associated with transportation in the United States, from the kids cutting rubber in Asia up to and including Secretary Ray LaHood and the entire Obama administration, I drove slowly on the side of I-15 until I reached Fort Hall, a tiny place just before Pocatello.
Here, there was a gas station where I asked if they had a garage or a repairman on site. They didn't, but the cashier guy, a burly looking injun with a long ponytail went with me to have a look at the car. He got down under there and after banging and cussing a little, he had put it in place again, with only a small piece torn off.
He said I needed to get another one, but them things are cheap, plastic thingies with little practical use, so I haven't bothered yet; the car is running fine. Having saved my lazy, useless bacon I gave him a 20 and continued on to SLC.
I picked up Siri without incident, and as of this writing she's still very much alive. We left Salt Lake around 7 AM on Monday and drove the slow way up through the Grand Tetons & Yellowstone National Parks to Butte. We've seen and done a lot in these four last days, and the first of which there are pictures, is the absolutely stunning Grand Tetons.
All pics here.
Siri at the pass just before the descent to Jackson. I know I said some nasty things about Jackson the last time I was here, in 2009, but having been forced to lunch here, I have to admit it's not all bad. Quite nice, in fact - the lunch I had was pricey but damn good.
It's so pretty up there.
The stunning Grand Tetons. Gawd, I love this place.
Pretty flowers.
Jackson Lake and the mountains and and and waaaaaaaaaaaah!
Lake Jackson. Sigh.
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