We were waiting for the plane to be defrosted at the Jackson Hole airport before departing, and I was looking out the window at the tarmac.
"I wonder how often they have to deal with wildlife on the tarmac..." I said.
"Often, I'm sure." Benjamin replied. Then he turned to me in all seriousness and said, "Didn't you notice the buffalo wedge on the front of the plane?" He paused, and then, "Just like on a train?"
We both laughed. I may be rather gullible at times, but there was no why I was falling for that one.
A few minutes later I was watching the airline workers spray the wings with the defrosting liquid. It was a pink/red color. It looked and smelled horrid. I turned to Ben and said, "Isn't that stuff nasty? What an awful color."
"Buffalo blood." He responded in a matter-of-fact way. "They use every bit of them just like the Indians did."
We laughed.
