GRRR

We woke up at 5 to leave the Tetons before 6 am. This entailed driving north, back through Yellowstone and forgoing coffee until we reached the other side in Montana. By the time we exited the park, however, it was too late. My head was already pinched together at the sides and my lines of vision wouldn’t connect. Whenever anyone asked me a question, my fangs immediately protruded and my eyes turned a hideous orange while I hissed and scratched. We drove. We landed in Spokane. We camped. I hissed. My head may have even spun all the way around a few times. All the result of driving for 3 hours before I’ve had my coffee.