So, where did I leave off? Oh yeah, lunch at the ‘Cafe’ in Dubois, Wyoming. We’re back on the road now – headed east on Highway 26.
200 miles to Casper…
The outside temperature is 95 degrees.
Beautiful Wyoming!
“Slow down, honey. Cattle drive ahead!”
I decide to roll down my window and capture it on video. (Click on photo below)
Flying by a cattle drive at 35 mph. Now, watch the video again, while imagining your head out the window getting hammered by a high wind in what feels like a 120-degree convection oven.
“The video’s lame!” you say? No. It’s MOO-velous!
Don’t ask me. We passed it.
And more cows…
Oh. We’re entering a town.
Left to Thermopolis? What, they have a monopoly on hot springs or something?
“Where are we?” I ask David.
“Shoshoni.”
There’s even a bar on the main strip ahead.
Yeah, well, how many Lucky Lounges have you been to?
A few miles further we see these formations
What have we here?
Gargoyles? Trolls? Did there used to be a bridge across here?
I asked David what he thought they were.
“Petrified Pac Man chasing a squirrel.”
We passed several oil wells
‘Rich Wyoming.’
And a lone house
surrounded by a vast emptiness.
‘Lonely Wyoming.’
“How would you like to live there, Megan?”
“NO!”
David pulls over to stretch. There is actually a sign at the pull-out.
“No hunting?” Hunting for what? Beetles?
We are entering Casper now, where we will bunk for the night.
We eat dinner at Sanford’s Grub & Pub, a few blocks from our motel. Where (it turns out) the food is less than stellar and the décor is … shall I say, not understated?
For example, yes, that is a Brontosaurus
greeting you as you pull into the parking lot..
“Hey David, pose in front of Bugs Bunny for my blog!”
Fat chance.
“Thank you, Megan. What a sport!!”
We enter the restaurant. Thank goodness we don’t have to sit and wait for a table. I feel a little uncomfortable with this couch:
Although I have never given much thought to American Flag etiquette, I sure wonder if this couch is in flagrant (and gross!) violation of it. “Hey, how about we upholster a near-exact replica of ‘Old Glory’ across a couch so people can park their butts all over it.” I dunno. It just doesn’t sit right, if you know what I mean.
We’ re back outside now in front of the restaurant. I ham it up with “Charlie”
and ‘Hank’.
Who is really rather sweet.
Just the kind of guy I like. (David knows.) The quiet type. One who keeps his mouth shut.
Life is good.
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July 28, 2013 at 12:23 pm |
Hank’s a hunk. And a stoic. Nice post. MOO-velous?
July 29, 2013 at 7:16 pm |
As Usual, Very Entertaining, Fun and Amusing! Thanks for Sharing!