Last scene from Jackson Hole, Ben and I, skiing across a lake in the Grand Teton National Park.
Part of my Journal entry from Wednesday, Feb. 17, 2010:
“Got my car checked out in the morning, and decided to go to Vancouver w/ Jarves.”
The backstory: Fact #1: My “check engine” light came on, on Tuesday. It freaked me out a little, because I knew I had a lot more driving to do, coming up real quick. Fact #2: I had been trying to decide for the past few days if I wanted to go to Vancouver to take in the Olympics scene, but hadn’t completely made up my mind.
Tuesday night, I decided, with finality, that I wasn’t going to go to Vancouver. A big, bustling city, with tons of extra people, a really long drive to get there, and events that would be too expensive to attend anyway were all of its non-selling points, in my opinion. Also, I was worried about my car, and wanted to get it checked out. That, in addition to the fact that I would be driving up with two guys, picking another guy up at the airport, and staying at a fourth guy’s house, leaving me, a female, sorely outnumbered, made up my mind. “Sorry, Jarves. I’m not going to come,” I told my friend, before going to bed.
Wednesday morning, in the shower, I changed my mind. People I know have raved about what a great city Vancouver is, and I sort of wondered what all the fuss was about. The Olympics were going on, and I was a little intrigued what it would be like, to be in the midst of all the confusion. There were bound to be free street events I could attend, and there would be at least one other female there, the girlfriend of the guy we knew who lived in Vancouver – who we would be staying with. When else would I have this great opportunity for free lodging in a city holding the Olympics, a cheap ride to get there, and guaranteed people to hang out with? Hello!?!! Why had I even considered not going??? I decided that if I could get my car checked out and get the “go ahead” from the mechanic, I would go to Vancouver, leaving that very afternoon. Otherwise I would hang out in Jackson, waiting around for however long it took to get my car fixed (which was sounding like a more and more boring decision by the second).
Well, it turned out there was nothing to worry about. (Something about a sensor… something, something, comes on after a certain mileage, etc., etc…. I know nothing about cars, and don’t ever remember the conversation once it’s over, especially if it’s not worth sweating over.) The mechanic was a very nice guy, didn’t charge me for running the scan, turned the light off for me, and sent me on my way.
That meant I was going to Vancouver!
Jarves and I drove separately, to Kellogg, ID, a long and beautiful drive, through crazy cloud formations, a beautiful sunset, and some really crazy weather involving snow.
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