Heather's Path of Destruction

There is one thing I need to mention about our trip. Heather trailblazed a path of destruction over the course of our 6 weeks. On Day 2, she lost her wedding band (not the engagement ring). We went on a hike to the Window in Big Bend. It was cool when we left, but was pretty humid on the way back. Heather vaguely remembered having the ring on, but wasn't sure. So, ring was gone. Next, she was wearing a necklace that I gave her when we started dating, first nice gift kind of thing. That broke and disappeared. Keeping on, she then walked in to a river in Colorado with her phone in her back pocket. Glug. Then when we got to Idaho, as she was taking pictures of all the "pretty" freshwater mussels in the Selway River, she forgot that she was in the river and dunked our camera underwater. Luckily, it dried out quickly, so, just to make sure, Heather dunked it about a foot underwater a second time (within an hour) as she was taking pictures of a fish. At this point, I figured the cost of our trip had roughly doubled. And, for those of you that know me, I was not the happiest camper.

Strangely, though, almost everything resolved itself. The camera and memory card dried out a second time, and somehow is still working. The phone also dried out and is still working. Then, for the weirdest thing, we got a flat tire outside of Denver a few days before we got back. I had to pull out the jack from under the back seat, which was sealed in a little plastic cubby area. I grab the jack and am working on the tire when Heather walks up and flashes her hand in front of me. The ring is on her finger. Somehow, the thing had worked its way under the seat and into the jack box. No idea how.

We had some stock market-style swings, but all that she officially lost (or broke) was one necklace. Pretty good overall.

Anyway, here's some more pics.
Little Heather looking out over Deadhorse Canyon.
The rarely seen, and hardly elusive Fatmunk.

Dr. Seussville. This is Bryce Canyon.

More Bryce Canyon.