We had to drive through Grand Teton again to get to Yellowstone, so we had saved Mormon Row for a stop on our way out that last day. "Mormon Row" is so-named because it is a preserved area of the park where Mormons settled and built homesteads at the turn of the century. Not a bad place to put a homestead, I say. It was pretty amazing to see the old houses and barns against that stunning mountain backdrop. Unfortunately, as I went exploring, I was stung by a bee on my ankle. O.M.G. I was stung by bees plenty of times when I was a kid running around in the clover, but this was something entirely different. I literally shrieked at the pain of it, and it started swelling up immediately. Of course there was no baking soda nearby, which was the only remedy for a bee sting that I could recall, so I just watched as it got puffier and puffier and throbbed more and more. A couple of K's beers were still relatively cold, so I grabbed one of those and pressed it to my ankle, but the pain didn't go away for SEVERAL DAYS, and the swelling got much worse before it got better. I couldn't believe it.
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