Things I learned on my trip from Denver to Montana

LissyJo, my sister, is afraid of "Grandma's Fireworks" and hides under the dash when she is confronted with them.  Apparently she was afraid of lightning as a child.

Drew, my brother, is a little tyke who was obsessed with dollar pancakes as a child and would demand them from waitresses.

My father used to call any horse with more than one color a "two pieces".  This link on equine coat color at wikipedia is for him so he knows whether he's looking at a piebald or pinto.

Firehouse Brewing in Rapid City is not as exciting the second time round.  Perhaps it was my starvation the first time, or the lack of 3/4 of the beers I asked for the second time.  My food and beer were good, they just weren't as good as what I had in Denver.

I like the print "Dakota Nation" by JoAnne Bird.  I also like Paul Goble's prints.

Riding in a closed environment with grandma for 3 days after she's been sick makes everyone else sick.

Eating with strangers on the train is the best.  I got to talk Princess Mononoke, Howl's Moving Castle, hear a story about a dead body, and meet two very fun travelers (both female and neither with a ring, in case Kyle is looking for a singles opportunity).

I'm very very lucky.  How else to account for missing so much hail it looked like a snow storm in the 30 miles leading up to Hot Springs, SD, and missing the 7 inches of snow at Sidney and Williston?

Eryn says "All Star Grill and Pub" in Hot Springs has her favorite wings of the trip.  I learned that it's possible to survive on a long tip on just wings and Shirley Temples.

All Star Grill and Pub was advertising Monte Criscos.  I assumed this was wrong.  It's a Monte Cristo.  However, the Crisco message board implies that if you go the recipe from them, it might just be referred to as a Monte Crisco.  By the way, if you eat Monte Cristos, I dare you to look up the calories.  That's some serious food.

In Hot Springs, it is not outside the realm of reason to tour the Mammoth Museum during the morning, and then go to "The Flood and Fossils: Record of the Lost World" at the 7th Day Adventist church in the evening.  I missed a practical theologian debating evolution with a scientist and presenting "evidence you cannot miss!" by just a day.

It is possible to find a geocache without a GPS if you just search the rest stops.

"Wild horse sanctuary" seems like an oxymoron.

You can be a friend of E470 on Facebook.

The Fall River County Republicans are illiterate, otherwise they wouldn't refer to the "Fall River County Republican's Lincoln Day Dinner."

Mammoth Springs has a merit badge program for scouts.  That's for Ming's benefit, should he ever find himself near Hot Springs.

Retro - Order of the Arrow

I had a very long stint where I did Order of the Arrow ceremonies for Scouts all over the Wright County area, and a bit beyond. Every weekend or two for about six years I'd dress up and do either a ceremony for new Order of the Arrow members (an extension of the Boy Scouts, populated by members voted in by the other boys and run by boys - sort of like a Scouting honor roll outside of the normal path to being an Eagle Scout) or for the Cub Scouts or Webelos as they transitioned between levels of Scouting. Once we even did a ceremony for a Girl Scout troop - my sister's troop - who in turn did a Cabbage Patch Doll Hand Motion ceremony for us. I think they got the better end of that trade. If you had any doubts that OA was populated by older, wiser kids, watching a number of 14-16 year old kids sitting around patiently observing Cabbage Patch dolls dance and sing, and commenting politely on how nice it was and were the girls having a great time camping, would have dispelled them.

Being on the ceremonial team was a lot of work - we had to haul costumes and six Scouts up to 120 miles away and memorize lines for a 30 minute (or significantly longer) ceremony, often for multiple parts in case someone wasn't available that evening. There were multiple ceremonies, so multiple roles to memorize, and once in a while it was necessary to ad hoc if it was a weekend-long event, or a non-standard event. The stage was never the same, varying from gymnasium, to local park, to Scout or local campground, sometimes with a firebowl, sometimes in the woods, sometimes on a river edge or lake edge, and almost never free of woodticks. And the circumstances were never the same. Once I set fire to my headdress with a torch, causing my Scoutmaster/English teacher to come sprinting down the firebowl with a speed I'd never seen him attain in years of Scouting. Those feathers are extremely flammable. Once we had to change clothes in the middle of a group of mothers. Not just down to our skiivies, but full nudity. We had our theatrical standards, and they included not having underwear showing during the ceremony - less a problem when we had the full suits you see in the picture below, rather than the simple loin clothes that were worn in the earlier ceremonies. The mothers assured us they were all there for their sons' Scout ceremony, so we didn't have anything that hadn't seen before. And once we had the cops called on us for having Satanic ceremonies and scarificing a horse in the city park. No horse was sacrificed - I simply rode it into the ceremony to add some show. The accusation was due to a teenager bringing home her parents' SUV and running over the other family car. Literally driving up on the side of it and grinding it into the driveway. Our ceremony stopped for a good five minutes while she drove the SUV back and forth over the car trying to separate the crunched metal on both vehicles, each time lifting the SUV wheel two to three feet off the ground, as the wheels locked and ripped fenders and bumpers and hub caps off with a horrific screech. I think she was trying to blame us for distracting her. Unfortunately for her, almost every cop in Wright County, and certainly many of the sherrifs, had either been in Scouts, OA, or Explorer Scouts (Scouts attached to cops, firefighters, a radio station, or some other career-related group). The sherrifs who arrived waited until the ceremony was over and then had a good laugh, although expressing some sympathy for the teen. Our town was small enough that everyone knew everyone else, and knew all the similar situations every other teen had encountered (or at least their sibling). A bit of empathy was a given.

This is actually a very late picture when I was training in a new group. I was about twenty (OA leadership as a "boy" lasts through 21 - if you read any of that, I was a Vigil OA member). Most of my early days had been done with the older brothers of the boys in this picture, and even the Scouts who had trained the older brothers of the boys in the picture. There are several future Eagle Scouts pictured. If you can't pick me out, I'm the one in white.