i went to yellowstone national park last saturday by transferring from newark, new jersey to denver, colorado, and then from colorado to cody, wyoming.
or so that was the plan.
apparently the airplanes at colorado are really particular about the heat, and it was 100+ degrees fahrenheit the day i flew into denver. twenty minutes from landing, the pilot was doing that fancy “ladies and gentlemen, we’re 23523523 feet from the ground (… or whatever), 20 minutes from landing in denver, colorado. it is currently over one hundred degrees, and i think we are going to die.” ok, maybe it didn’t sound exactly like that, and maybe the pilot did not actually propagate doom, but i know that was basically the gist.
(heck yeah, i did those fourth grade reading workbooks where you learn to read between the lines)
but anyway, so the crew basically repeated the temperature four more times, which is nothing new to me because not only is my home state of new jersey faithfully hot around this time of year but also so disgustingly humid i’m pretty sure i can breathe while inhaling moisture. you know, like a fish. but nooo, denver insisted that this heat put the pretty planes at risk, so my flight, which ordinarily obliges thirty passengers, slimmed its allowance to twelve.
and yeah, i wasn’t part of that.
i’ll spare of us of reliving what then followed, but i want to add that denver airport should man up and fly in the heat like… men. redundant? maybe. but yeah, you heard me, denver. you weren’t a man that day.
in other news, yellowstone national park is cool because it contains a supervolcano, and this volcano didn’t blow up in my face. i also like how buffalos and elk roam the land because they make reasonable scenery, and i was able to eat one or the other at just about every meal during my trip.
it’s really lovely out there. (by the way, i find it really odd how unreal and photoshopped the following photo looks)
i included this last one because my sister thinks i look like an idiot. and …well, yeah.