I had a case of missing time on my way to Canada.
The crossing into our hat was so traumatic that I barely remember anything between Craters of the Moon and there. I have vague recollections of a group of Greys leading me and some Raelians to their homeworld for a hike, then I biked around Yellowstone National Park a bit but I stuck to areas with other tourons because I hadn't yet bought bear spray and I was worried about running into a grizzly. Suddenly, David Paulides - or an Anunnaki dressed up to look like him - appeared to me and told me to leave immediately but I watched Old Faithful first. Then, either the next day or something I was driving through Idaho and I saw a sign for a trail. I thought I'd take it and I spent some time driving down the dirt road to the trailhead but once again I chickened out because I didn't have bear spray and I was worried the Greys would lead a grizzly to me. I vaguely recall Bozeman being a nice small college town and Helena being more like Sacramento or Fresno or something. Then, I suddenly woke up next to a hay bale on Potter Road.
I didn't bother to take pictures of any of this because there were so many other people taking photos I didn't think it was necessary.
