The Honeymooners

In all our unpacking, we found an old disposable camera that we figured was from our honeymoon. Yes, 8 years ago, people were still buying disposable cameras. Not everyone had a digital camera, or a camera phone. Or even a cell phone for that matter. We stopped at a gas station on the way to our destination and bought a disposable camera. We took pictures and hoped they turned out. But we wouldn't know whether the picture was in focus, or if someone's head was cut-off until the prints were developed.
We were also so poor, that when we got home from our honeymoon, we couldn't afford to develop said camera. So we left it. And left it. And packed it. And left it. And moved it again. And now, 8 years later, we find it and attempt to develop the pictures to see what was there. What we found? Two young faces!
Go-Karting:

Our First Car:

Our Hotel: (the outside was way more magnificent than the inside! It felt like a cross between a cheap motel and a haunted house. Romantic...not really).

And here's a shot of our gift opening afterwards. These pictures didn't develop well after 8 years.

In spite of of the grainy photos, the honeymoon was awesome. It did not require an airplane to get there. Just a quick trip in our car across the Rockies to Radium.
We stayed in a hotel for a couple days and in the cozy cabins for a few more. The cabins were cute, but we got the handicapped one. Not a big deal except the shower stall was HUGE and the downpour from the spout was tiny. Pretty much freezing. It's difficult to shave your legs when they're covered in goosebumps! Shaving the legs is pretty essential on the honeymoon. Just sayin'.
We spent an afternoon at a laundromat playing cards while we waited for our whites. We spent one day in bed all day (it's not what you think), watching a Monster Garage marathon. The cabin had satellite TV. Something we had never experienced before.
We picked up a hitch-hiker. yes, a hitch-hiker...on our honeymoon. Did it. We had watched him stand on the corner the entire time we were in the laundromat and he was still there after we went into a restaurant for dinner, ate, and came out. He was wearing khaki's and a golf shirt, so we figured he was alright. Apparently he had missed the last bus from the little town we were in where he worked (at the golf course) that would take him home where his wife was waiting with her parents who were coming in for the weekend. He was more than thankful. And when he found out we were on our honeymoon he nearly died. "My wife is going to kill me!" he kept saying. Haha. Unfortunately, our cozy cabin was only half-way to his destination. But it was right beside a gas station so we promised to drop him there where he could hitch a ride the rest of the way. It was dark when we got there and there was a single street light lighting up the gas-station which was closed. We dropped him off and turned around to our cabin. As we pulled in we talked about how he would probably not find a ride to take him the rest of the way as we hadn't seen another vehicle and that we probably did him a disservice taking him only half-way. So we got back in the car and went back to find him. We kept laughing that he was going to think we were crazy. So we picked him up a second time, and drove him the rest of the way. It was a fun adventure. We gave him a Book of Mormon and wished him luck.
There was a mini-golf course behind our cabin that we frequented. That's about all I can remember.
They look happy...I wonder how it turns out?