Wyoming (crew)
I\’ve never been anywhere quite like Wyoming. On this trip:
- We flew in a plane so small, we had to take the cameras out of their bags and ride with them on our laps to make them fit onboard. I seat-belted mine in, just in case (and ate its bag of peanuts.).
- Upon landing, were swarmed by Cody\’s paparazzoi – one guy with a Nikon. The airport is smaller than my New York apartment, and our arrival is big news; jet service to the area is seasonal and we\’re the first ones to arrive for the summer. The next day, we\’re on the front page.
- Got laughed at by the rental car people when I pulled out my Google maps. Cody has one main road and it\’ll take you anywhere you want to go.
- Even the Wal-Mmart, which I could see from the airport.
- Getting lost for 90 minutes in said -Wal-Mmart while hunting for Luna bars and Fig Newtons.
- Finding live bait next to the Snapple in the soda case at the gas station on the way to the ranch in Shell. Note that there doesn\’t appear to be any fishing outlets nearby. Rethink Snapple purchase.
- Losing cell phone and Blackberry reception not because of weather, but because there just …isn\’t any out this far. I won\’t lie -; this was probably the best part of the trip.
- The crew is given a whole house to ourselves. We promptly nickname it Real World: Wyoming and draw straws to decide who gets to be the naked guy and the drunk girl.
- There are four of us and three bedrooms.
- Luckily, mine has two teeny- weeny twin beds. Ginny (our superstar director) and I pretend we\’re back in college and bunk together. Pillow fight!
- Neither of us top out past 5\’\’3\”, and yet our feet hang off the ends of our Bert andn\’ Ernie beds. * We also debate the best method of short-sheeting Paul (DP) and Damion\’s (audio) king- size beds but settle for claiming several of their many, many pillows.
- The ranch is beautiful, with an amazing mix of red rock, painted mountains, and lush green fields filled with wild flowers and sweet, tall grasses.
- So tall that, four hours into the shoot, I back one of the SUVs into an unseen ditch. Did I mention it was grassy? And muddy? And raining? And cold? And it happened 30 seconds after I casually mentioned that the hill we were on was kinda steep and I didn\’t want to hit the fence at the top as I backed up?
- SUV. IN. A. DITCH. WTF?
- Fortunately, our friendly host, Peter the Belgian Cowboy had both a rope, a Hhemi engine truck and a sense of humor. He pulled, we pushed and out popped the car, now covered in mud, inside and out, as. Wwe all climbed inside, ensuring we\’d never get our security deposit back.
- Sitting on a pile of cow poo.
- Being so tired, I didn\’t care (although replacement jeans were purchased at Wal-Mmart. I cared just enough to not want to smell like cow poo for two weeks.)
- Cruising back into town and feeling pieces of our souls die as our phones chirped back to life and voicemails poured in. * Arguing with a waitress about the definition of noon and how it relates to getting eggs for breakfast or lunch or brunch.
- Trekking through the woods to get to the river to catch Sam as she goes by in a raft, knowing the water is a maximum 50 degrees and feeling bad for her.
- Feeling worse for ourselves when we realize the only way to actually get the shot is to wade in, waist-deep.
- Having a silent, gesticulating argument with Paul about whom exactly is going in the water first. I\’Am victorious but realize that when the day includes soaking- wet underwear, there are no winners.
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