Commence guessing in 3, 2, 1. Go.

A lovely gent at work was carrying around this sample the other day.  It is heavy, expensive, and usually sold in panels.  What’s your guess?

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If you get it right you are entitled to the last piece of candy in our candy jar.  It looks so sad!  Please save it.  The lonely banana Laffy Taffy*.  As an office, we have laudably plowed through a pillowcase-sized bag of miscellaneous Halloween candy.  Surprisingly, this Laffy Taffy is the last man standing out of a prime mix of Bottle Caps, Sweet Tarts, and other variations of flavored corn syrup.  Once this candy is gone I can go out and replenish it with something better (better = chocolate).  Hurry up and get your guesses in, please :)

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*Disclaimer: it is entirely likely someone will have eaten this piece of candy in a weak late-afternoon moment before I can give it to you.  Sorry.

River Ice

Nope, it definitely isn’t anything like the winter of 1977-1978.

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That was the last time the Ohio River froze solidly here.  That winter the river froze 12 inches thick, they say, and all manner of people, pets, and vehicles crossed the river ice.  I think the city had nearly 30 days below zero, so our winter this year is nearly downright temperate – but I still don’t like the grayness.  Can’t it be cold and colorful?  I think that would be an entirely appropriate compromise from Old Man Winter.

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Bad, bad things

Ack.  I just got stuck in the world of the Pioneer Woman reading about basset brawls and chaps, and then I read The Doughnut Story.  It is one of the finest pieces of online literature I have ever, ever read.  After my cackling stopped and my tears dried I remembered I originally sat down in front of the computer with a half baked idea to write a blog post. Back to that.

I’d done a very bad thing.

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Two very bad things, actually.

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Couldn’t the fine folks at Graeter’s leave well enough alone?  Why was this necessary?  Did they know I had just cleaned out all of the freezer-burned half-pints from my freezer, and had room for shiny new Italian models?

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To compound these two issues that were sitting in my freezer and then promptly looked so cute in my tiny ramekins I never remember to use (ice cream out of cereal bowls is better, almost always), my hands now reek of freezer burn.  Freezer burn is my mortal enemy and I curse at it, spit at it, and generally loathe it.  It is the worst.

I am still typing only because the keyboard is far enough away from my nose that I can’t smell it.  There is no amount of soap in the world that can rid the stench of freezer burn from my fingers with 100% certainty.  I would pay good money for a cure.  I should stop typing about this now.

But my hands keep finding their way nearer my face and within smelling distance, so I next busied them with flicking through my recent thousand pictures I’d taken on my phone.  The photos I just found in turn reminded me of a third bad thing I’ve been doing this week: walking around the park in single digit temperatures, both positive and negative, to take pictures of the frozen sunrises on my way into work.   I take this route to work every day to feel lucky for the view.  It would be impossible not to.  Some days the view is so startlingly lovely and bright that I do a rapid calculation about how much time I have before I need to be in my desk chair (usually just enough) and two-wheel it into the Overlook loop, slide to a stop on the ice, and snap photos until my hands get too cold to hold the phone.

It isn’t the shortest way to my office, but it is the best.

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Snowshoeing

I get excited about snowshoeing.

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But I try to be more relaxed. See? No big deal.

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We spent about four hours out near Colter Bay in Grand Teton National Park having a  lovely time, but seeing no wildlife except for a squirrel.  We had high hopes after last Christmas’s moose encounter, but at least our loop this year still had beautiful views (and the visitor center bathrooms were miraculously, unseasonably open! And heated!  A tremendous improvement over last year’s facilities…).  The views being what they were, we decided to set up for a picture.

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And after much deliberation, we got a good one that I’m sure will be coming to a Christmas card near you, next year.

JH Landing

Them: Hey! Who wants to go stay at the Rusty Parrot?
Me: …are there native parrots in Wyoming I don’t know about it?  If so, why are they rusty?

Turns out, the Rusty Parrot is an awesome (nationally ranked) little hotel in the middle of Jackson Hole proper.  They fed us, kept us warm, and placed oddly posed teddy bears on our beds every night with their turn down service.  It was charming.

I’ve lost a lot of enthusiasm for air travel recently, but I still enjoy flying.  I especially enjoy that we can now use certain personal handheld electronic devices that have been switched out of transmit mode while in the air.

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Isn’t our patchwork wonderful? I haven’t been lucky enough to drive through it and thank the folks who feed me, but I do occasionally fly over it and marvel at it.  Dallas/Ft. Worth also didn’t disappoint with their views:

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Color me impressed that our pilots didn’t get distracted by this sunset and crash us right back into the ground.  Très professional.  This sunset eventually got squished out of view by some rather ominous looking clouds that caused some significant turbulence, unfortunately.  This Dallas/Ft. Worth –> Jackson flight was the bumpiest I’ve been on in a long time.

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The bumps don’t bother me, though, because they remind me that I am hurtling through the air 30,000ish feet above the ground.  I think that puts the marvel of air travel back into correct perspective.  Again, I thank the pilots.  They further endear themselves to me when they get out of the plane at Jackson (no jetways here – just stairs down to the runway), slack-jawed like the rest of us at awesomeness of the location of the airport and start snapping photos.  Had we landed in daylight, the view of the Tetons would be even more startling, considering the runway is wedged right in between the mountains and a field full of moose.

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Maybe a dark landing is best for any possible nervous fliers…

In the end, the trials and tribulations of air travel were worth getting to the Rusty Parrot, where we were promptly fed and pummeled into gooeyness by their spa staff, readied to tackle the snow the rest of the weekend.

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