Planning

Jenny and Charles are beating us at our own  game by coming here before we go there. I breathe a big sigh of relief when I write that because it has taken months to arrange this trip and we're tired it. 

Should I clarify? It's the women who are  tired of it,  J and I.  We sent the emails and haggled with price-gouging profiteering proprietors and asked a million times, are you SURE there's no room? The men did nothing at all except repeatedly ask us when we were going to make some PLANS. And excuse me for saying so, because I love Art and think Charles is one helluva a nice guy, but they're sure to want credit for every nice place we stay.

My friend Fiona loves to observe how stories quickly change tenure and focus, depending on who's telling the story. The truth, she says wisely, depends upon the individual. If Art tells you he rescued a bedraggled kitten from a raging teacup poodle, you better believe I'm the one who came away scratched from pinkie finger to pinkie toe and bitten on the leg.

Anyway after J and C arrive from So. Africa, we're off on a two-week expedition thru Melrose, Montana, Yellowstone, the Grand Tetons, Jackson Lake and Jackson Hole. The guys'll claim it as their idea; Jenny and I will roll our eyes. You'll know who's tellin' the truth by the name on the blog