Well, this morning we left the campsite in Teton Village, Wyoming, and headed south. After about 300 miles, we ended up in Vernal, Utah, which is where we will call home for tonight and tomorrow night.
During today’s drive, we stopped by the Flaming Gorge Dam, which is near the Utah/Wyoming border. It was a really spectacular view, to see the body of water, the name of which escapes me at the moment, and the dam and its surroundings. Very neat stuff.
Okay, so what’s the deal about this bockwurst? Ugh… I almost gag to think about it again. Let me share…
This morning, we were preparing breakfast in the RV. I was making eggs, Aunt Jane was making oatmeal, Mark was toasting toast in the toaster. Anyway, Grandpa mentions that we’re going to cook some bockwurst for breakfast. I initially thought he said bratwurst, and though I’m not a huge fan of it, I can stand it okay. I wasn’t about to fuss about eating it, even though I don’t especially like it.
Well, then I hear that it is, indeed, bockwurst. Now, I didn’t know what that was, but, again, I was going to be a good sport and eat what was given to me.
So out from the microwave come these six bockwursts which resembled bleached hot dogs, as Mark so accurately likened them. Uh-oh, I thought. What was a guy to do? Well, so I go ahead and take a bite. Let me tell you, it did not taste very good. Now that I think about it, maybe bleached hot dogs would have tasted better.
Anyway, so I barely am able to force down the bites of this bockwurst. I just thought it tasted pretty horrible, but I figured I could live through a few more hearty bites of this “food.”
I see the light at the end of the tunnel as I am down to my last couple of bites of this bockwurst, when, wouldn’t you know it, there’s a whole extra sausage (I wonder why!). Grandpa starts to cut it up and give each person another chunk. He loads my plate with a chunk, and then as Mark politely refuses, I end up with Mark’s chunk, too! (Thanks, Mark!) In fairness to Mark, he didn’t know his declining would cause me to have to chug down his portion.
What’s kind of amazing to me is that, obviously, people like this food. To be honest, I thought it tasted terrible. It looked a sickly whitish-pink color, and the taste was just really, really bad. It’s really interesting how God makes us difference, how people’s taste buds can differ so much! Grandpa really, really likes these sausages, and I could barely stand them. Ah, diversity keeps life interesting!
The day was redeemed big time, though, as lunch and dinner were quite delicious. For lunch, we stopped at KFC in Rock Springs, Wyoming. For supper, we drove to a Golden Corral in Vernal, Utah, and ate lots of great food, from steaks, to chicken, to pizza, to ice cream. By night’s end, the bockwurst was a distant memory.