Before our house in New Hampshire exploded, my dad and I maintained a large, O-gauge train set in one of the barns. The walls of the large room were the edges of the set, and on these walls was a kind of scenic wallpaper -- basically, large paintings of the horizon and desert and mountains and clouds and the like. It's now obvious that those were paintings of Wyoming, for the skies and scenery were a close match to what I remember.
The check engine light came on again and we have no way of knowing exactly what's wrong. (Thanks a million, Toyota... HALUGHALUGH) The car had a full check-up and inspection right before the trip. It's been driving terrifically and there's no obvious weirdness under the hood, so we're going to assume it's something minor.
Note: One of the Napa guys suggested that we stay away from Ethanol-enriched gas. He claimed that it vaporizes at 82 degrees Fahrenheit (a government-suppressed fact, no less), which causes the engine to do all sorts of weird things. He kept repeating the phrase "vapor-lock."
Today we explore the extent Yellowstone. Yesterday we got up to the lake in the mountains, but it was too late in the evening. We had to turn around before the gate closed at 8:00 pm.
Still no pictures. My little Pismo is six-years strong, but the processor is finally beginning to show its age. It's annoyingly slow when trying to organize photos with
gthumb. Soon, I promise.