|A visualization of routing paths through a
portion of the Internet. (Wikipedia)
In West Yellowstone, you were not to be found in coffee shops, nor bookstores, nor brewpubs, nor restaurants, nor in the streets.
In Yellowstone National Park, not that I'm complaining, you were nowhere.
In my hotel, the threshold to you--a tiny little wireless signal--diminished and disappeared as I walked down the hall to my room, in the door...and poof you were gone.
|The internet in this town was
In the end, we went in the tiny, tidy little library of West Yellowstone. The librarian looked at me. He know without my even saying.
"Do you by chance have wireless?" I asked, weary and pathetic.
He held out a slip of paper with the network and password.
The Internet, thank God for libraries. And librarians.
next time, don't be such a stranger,