We camped out in West Yellowstone that night, and the next morning I knew I either had strep or mono. It turned out to be mono.

The next day we continued on through Yellowstone Park and found our way to Old Faithful. The whole tale of our road trip wouldn't be complete unless I included this:

Nice ass! I wrote a poem for him, too.

This is Mike, a totally obnoxious guy we ran into at Old Faithful. He was pissing everybody off, so his friend sent him for beer, and I jokingly told him to get me one, too. He did! And, of course, Sandy and I found it amusing that there were Menonites walking by as I drank my beer and had my arm around some guy I just met.