Who would've thought that after all something as simple as rock n' roll would save us all?

When we last left you, our three-man wolf pack had been reduced back to two once again. We left the airport, checked into a hotel and lounged for the rest of the day, only breaking our slothfulness to get camping supplies and some much needed Chipotle.

The next night we had tickets to a Frank Turner show. We dined on $35 worth of Indian food for a measly $20, courtesy of Restaurant.com, a delicious deal. The sold out show was in a  little bar with a lively vibe coursing through the crowd. Don't hold his British heritage against him, Frank Turner put on an amazing high energy, passionate performance, with politically charged anthems to passionate ballads, culminating in a epic leap into the small crowd. 

We left the hotel relatively early the next day, after needing another jump start (Yay, procrastination), and after a quick u-turn because I intelligently forgot my cell phone, we were on the road open road through the Rockies once again. This time, however, the mountains were a little less welcoming. We were hit by a huge snow storm as we drove, forcing Dan to guide Appa, slipping and sliding, through a sea of ice, snow, stuck trucks and flipped cars until we reached the Continental Divide, on the other side of which there not a flake of snow.

Weather is weird.

We finally reached Aspen safely, checked into our hostel and headed out to the pool bar with the hope of settling our current stalemate. However, two scratches on the eight ball and a cold walk home later, we were back in the hostel and still tied. We drank a little alcohol (and a little more for Dan), and headed back into town for a Chromeo show, taking in nature as we walked. Luckily, we forgot our tickets back in the room, giving us extra time to enjoy more nature as we walked.

We returned to the bar, tickets in hand and made out way in. We had the munchies from all our walking, so we ordered two burgers, which hit the spot quite spectacularly. The opening act was still playing as we finished eating, so we made an executive decision to take a walk and enjoy some more fresh air. When we returned, Chromeo was ready to take the stage, and Dan, a huge fan of the electronic disco funk duo, quickly made his way into the dancing crowd. They put on an elaborate spectacle of lights and sounds, in a way only a Jew with a doctorate and an Arab song writer can. As they concluded, they thanked everyone and their molly, and were gone.

We woke early the next morning, packed up, received a third jump start, and left Aspen in our dust, destination Jackson Hole, Wyoming, stopping along the way in a  tiny Colorado town to watch the Eagles lose the Patriots beat the Jets, as well as chat up a nine-fingered barfly. We arrived in Jackson Hole late that night, and for safety's sake, we slept in the parking lot of an auto parts store. Appa successfully started in the morning, but she struggled, so we treated her to a new battery for all of her hard work so far on this trip.

With a new battery in the car and breakfast in our bellies, we went and played a round of disc golf on a 10-hole mountainside course, successfully not losing a single disc, a momentous accomplishment for me. I rocked Dan, 55-38, ignoring his claims that the lower number wins.

The Tetons were beckoning to us as we finished up and packed away the discs, so we headed into the nearby national park. It is impossible to miss seeing the three 10,000 foot peaks that give the Grand Tetons National Park its name. The snow covered mounts cut dramatically into the sky, dominating the horizon. We settled on a hike that took us though a graveyard of charred trees left as a memorial to a decades old forest fire. We rejoined the land of the living, walking lakeside through a beautiful forest. We arrived at a 200 foot waterfall not long after, and I quickly began scaling it. When I finally made my way back down to Dan, we climbed the path further up to Inspiration Point, a breathtaking overlook of the entire park.

With a limited amount of time and so much to see, we decided to explore the rest by car. We drove to the top of a nearby 7,500 foot peak that gave some more amazing views of the landscape. The road up to the top of said peak was freshly paved and unsurprisingly steep.

I knew what I had to do.

I unpacked my longboard, dusting it off for some epic downhills. Dan took some pictures and video of me rising, and I was able to get some ride-along footage while I was going downhill. We also took some video of Dan handling Appa around the winding mountain road. Though we received many strange looks from passing park-goers, we had a good time.

The sun was beginning to set on our day with the Grand Tetons, so we drove northward toward Yellowstone, enjoying some final viewpoints along the way. It began to snow as we crossed over into Yellowstone, an ominous sign of things to come…

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