Nothing screams tourist like walking around all day with a big orange dot on your chest.

[Note to Self: Remove big orange proof of admission dots immediately upon exiting the museum.]

Location:  The Dalles, OR

“You perceive I generalize with intrepidity from single instances.
It is the tourist's custom.” - Mark Twain

While I was eating lunch in the town square at Jackson Hole Wyoming I witnessed for the first time in my life a girl wrestling a guy in a public park.  Not just playful wresting, but hardcore freestyle wresting with arm holds, leg holds, and takedowns.  The group of Asian tourists eating pizza next to me commented — whoa, women in America wrestle men in park.

Based on that one experience the group of Asian tourists extrapolated that it is normal to see women wrestling men in a public park.  It is American as eating pizza.

I have been an American my entire life and I’m here to tell you it is not normal to see women wrestling men in public parks.  When I go to the park sometimes I see gray squirrels wrestling or maybe some kids.  But no women sweeping a guys leg out and putting him in a half nelson until he is ready to cry.

But it would be cool if someday tourists would look in a guidebook and the headline would read:

America:  Land Where Women Wrestle Men in Public Parks

A girl can dream.  This is America after all.

Sometimes tourism feels worse than graffiti.

Location:  Highway 191 near Moab, UT