skeet, skeet... day 1

3 am: I wake for Idaho prep.
5 am: At airport, checking in.
5:30 am: 2 jazz members are getting sick.
#1 - What a crumby way to start an early morning.
#2 - What a crumby way to start a trip!
-Well, technically, the sick part of the trip was started on Tuesday morning by a jazz band member who didn't make it to the bathroom with their unsettled stomach.
Anyway, despite the puke-factor, the airplane left, en route to Juneau, where we were supposed to catch a flight to Seattle. However, because of bad weather, we overflew Juneau, and went up to Anchorage.
After much sitting, on planes and in airports, we made it to Spokane where we were greeted by a big yellow school bus and its driver, Ralph (I found the name quite fitting for the events leading up to our arrival). The bus was not what we expected. It had no luggage/instrument stowage... Woops. Before loading up for our 1.5 hour trip to Moscow, another jazz member decided to spill their guts outside the airport. Yum.
We got to Idaho and settled into our rooms. My roomies were Coral Pendall, Clea Will and Megan Roderick. -Awesome little quad we made.
While wandering around outside, we noted a nasty smell. What could it be? Cow manure! Yay! I quickly realized why the town was called MosCOW.
On the way to the grocery store for late night goodies, a bundle of us had to dodge a pile of stomach bile out in the parking lot. There was no doubt in my mind that this was going to be quite the trip...