It's true.

Yeah, that was pretty much the best week in the history of ever.

This just about sums things up:



HAHA. YES.

WELL, OKAY. There was also:

- camping in the middle of nowhere (the no-man's-land in between Idaho and Wyoming, I MEAN SERIOUSLY)
- me never shutting up about how there were MOUNTAINS EVERYWHERE
- bathing in a freezing creek
- getting hit on by old men
- multiple attempts to make the Sam face
- quoting That One Show INCESSANTLY
- watching That One Show INCESSANTLY
- getting moderately tipsy on Purple Nurples, YES, and they were tasty as hell
- drinking
- more drinking
- watching Kate eat a lot
- shooting coke cans with BB guns and marvelling at our badassery
- going to my first ever RODEO (and hi, the first person who writes me a Winchesters-do-the-rodeo fic... um. Let's just say keyboard smashing will be all that'll come out of it, really. KATE I'M LOOKING AT YOU.)
- and being generally awesome.

And seriously, I could wax poetic about the food. Fried Indian flatbread (or SCONES, whatever) with honey butter is the greatest thing EVER. Salmon and one pound burgers and steaks and biscuits and gravy and I'm seriously going to move in with Chrissy omg. DAYUM.

And now I'm trying to cope with Post Vacation Depression and the fact that I have the suckiest work schedule ever for the rest of the week. I really really don't want to be back. :( Sigh.

Copious amounts of retarded pictures forthcoming!

(Also, I am thoroughly amused at the headlines for Hurricane Dean, DUH. "Dean Slams Jamaica." I mean really. KEEP THEM COMING, INTERNETS.)

(ALSO ALSO THEY JUST HAD TO GO AND DO THIS FJA;JFRO2IJ;AFALKSA;LKFJ WHY ARE THEY SO AMAZING???)