Sorry I didn't respond to the other comments, I suck, I know. Yes, yes I could do it now, but it just feels so late. Anyway, . . . I decided on a flight to Seattle, an overnight there, then a train to Portland where we'd grab a rental car and head to the Pacific. Sounds cool, right? Except I don't really know where to stay in Seattle and the train ride to Portland is like 3 hours long and the highly recommended beach is three hours from there and and and. I couldn't decide on a hotel in any location, let alone how far up the coast to start our journey and on and on and on. Planning the trip suddenly became very UN-fun. I mean, I used all my decision making skills choosing flights (and Ian's school curriculum for the year). When I booked the flights, only a few scattered center of the row seats and the $50 upgrade seats were available. JetBlue doesn't overbook, so I decided to rely upon the kindness of an airline worker to give us free upgrades so at least one of us could sit next to Ian. Then the planning died a sudden, unnoticed death.
I had been hoping to visit a friend who is currently living in or within walking distance to Grand Teton National Park in WY, but the airline tickets to the small airport cost as much as or more than the All You Can Jet passes and the closest airport I can fly into with the pass is Salt Lake City, Utah --320 miles away. *sigh*
But then I started thinking about the amount of ground travel time we were planning in the Pacific NorthWest and tried to do a little math, calculating total estimated time, blah, blah, blah. While I was taking a shit, I decided to just say fuck it to Seattle and go for the WY trip. I'd much rather see a friend than wander aimlessly. I found seats together on both flights. Then I realized that horseback rides through the trails are fairly common. Perfect! Ian has been dying to go horseback riding for about two years now. Suddenly, the trip sounds fun again! Yay!! Now if I can find a place to stay for less than $800 a night, all will be good again.
Never heard of the Grand Tetons? Yeah, I hadn't before she moved there either, but the name has something to do with the mountains looking like boobs. They are very close to (maybe touching?) the southwest border of Yellowstone National Park, and every picture I've seen is absolutely gorgeous. I'm excited again!!!! Yay!!! That's what travel should really be about anyway, right?
Now I need someone to accompany Ian and me from Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon . . .
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