Grand Teton National Park:
The New Millennia Hikers at 10K With No O2 (continued)

The flight to Jackson Hole was barely eventful. However, the stewardess had to don the emergency-passenger-mop and sop-up gallons of perspiration from Never Gonna Fly Again Larry. For some unexplainable reason, Perspiration Larry couldn't figure out why his 3-months of desensitization therapy for flying hadn't worked. Apparently, Larry had lapsed on paying Dr. Co-pay Jim his co-payment for therapy, and the good natured (and sometimes cynical) psychologist placed the ol' HMO Timed Limited Successful Treatment Hex on him.(Live and learn.)

Somewhere above the cloud line, "g" broke out the G-WeBconnect Backpack Weigh-in Poll. A leisurely traveling activity intended to keep the Boys loose and relaxed. However, the "fun" turned ugly and paranoid. The Boys became defensive with the thought that any one of them could be critically targeted with anything but the lightest pack. Egos were at stake. At one point, Ol' Whiskey Tottin' Retired Guy cried out, "I think the youngest should carry my share of community gear! It's not fair!" (Sitting 9 rows in front of the Boys, the passengers around Ol' Retired Guy became visibly alarmed because they had no hint as to what he might be referring to!)

By the time they landed in WY, High Altitude was emerging from Ativan Land. Somewhat dazed he quietly asked The Marshal, "Have we left Albany... yet?"