Oh, and we failed to mention in our previous blog that Glenn Beck is also a Mormon. A convert from Catholicism to Mormonism. A couple of days ago he told a gathering of other Mormons in Salt Lake City that he's going blind. That's a big "awww..." but of course it's a good way to garner sympathy when you're about to be indicted for misleading the public into buying gold. But now you've got Fred Thompson misleading the public about buying into reverse mortgages. So where does that leave the Republican party? Well, there's always Newt Goon-rich or that Porky Pig-looking creature Karl Rove with one stray hair left on his head. Or there's always Texas Governor Rick Perry but he's planning on exiting the country when he secedes from the union so he'll most likely become dictator of some rogue state in Africa. Or maybe we can install all of Fox News or right-wing talk radio as president of the U.S. Collectively there might be one brain in the bunch. (The above was a four-cup-of- coffee morning liberal rant from Paul. He said he would lock Daisy and me in the bathroom of the RV if I didn't post his comments. And if you think the RV overall is small, you ought to see the bathroom. You all know that I am a good conservative Republican and nice Catholic girl and would never talk like that. Now we go on...where the f*** did we leave off?)
Oh yeah. In the small Idaho crossroads town of Monticello, you find this museum, a monument to the pioneers who crossed the Oregon Trail. We had traveled way out of our way to Monticello thinking we'd find Thomas Jefferson's western White House. 
Basically the museum contains a lot of quilts for sale along with depictions of the hardships traveling by covered wagon across the Oregon Trail. Why they didn't wait a few years and take the interstate, Amtrak or fly west is beyond us. 
By the way that photo at the top with Paul's Glenn Beck rant is of mi lap-dancing madre. Something of a pioneer herself. She had the good sense to wait a few years and travel west from New York's Spanish Harlem to LA in the late 1940s. She followed Route 66 in her souped-up Che-bee. As for the picture you see here, these are two Mormon sister-wives. Rebecca on the left is 13 and Brandi on the right is 15. Off camera was their strict pioneer husband, age 87. 
But enough about Mormon pioneers. Now we're moving on up past huge Bear Lake. Damn, ain't this exciting?
But things really start to pick up in the little town of Afton, Wyoming. We're heading due north toward Jackson. Afton is elk country. Folks here like elk so much they shoot the crap out of them and then stack their antlers like it's some sort of building material.
Dave, a friend of ours who once had a big restaurant in Thermopolis, Wyoming, recommended that we stop here at the local Star Valley Cheese Factory. A nice little find with high-quality cheese. 
In the town of Thayne, we had made reservations at an RV park that touts itself as being "the way America used to be". 
Well, here we are camped in old Wyoming.
But the way this Wyoming RV park is is what many RV parks have unfortunately become. A lot of full-time residents filling what little space they have with as much crap as they can put on it. For real RVers just passing through, it's not a pleasant sight. 
We've established a new rule: if the RV park has a swimming pool and is so-called "family friendly" and sells spaces to full-time residents, then do not call it a "resort". It's anything but. 
I don't think so. Not 'til you get rid of the kids and the crap.Next stop: rolling onto Jackson and the Tetons with mi madre...
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