Just a couple of things. 1. My cell phone carrier does not work in Wyoming. 2. Starbucks are far and few between . Like a couple hundred miles between. 3. in Wyoming, you have to be pulling something behind your car. It can be a horse
trailer, or some bikes, a boat. If you have a RV, then you need to pull a Jeep Wrangler or a Road Ranger and the car has to match the RV. 4. The road signs are great. The signs for today are:
"Drowsy drivers pull off here.
Deer migration.
Safety Corridor
Solar glare
Storm Dust Area".
I haven't figured out the safety corridor. It did not seem particularly safe at 80 mph. Solar glare,
I experienced. As I went around a sharp curve at 40 mph there were hundreds of solar panels that reflected the early morning sun. That was the glare.
I am having a difficult time describing these hills. At one point I had to sing
"god bless America" And " America theBeautiful" . That is what this view does to you. I even shed a tear, but that might have been because I was thinking how much Bob would have loved this drive and his birthday is coming up. I was driving in a bowl. I could
see hills all around me. Occasionally, the road worked its way to a rim and I got a glimpse of sheer rock, green trees and pools of water. I think I saw that I was above 5,000 feet. The outside temperature was about 61-63. The rocks were mostly on my left
,while miles of farm land was to the right until it met a mountain. The farmers , I read, have planted their winter wheat . I saw acres of green that looked like someone just painted everything green. That is how fresh the fields looked. Some rock formations
looked like they were just plopped there. Like when a kid drops wet sand in blobs. I saw two lone standing formations, nothing growing around them, no other stones. I know that a thousand years ago a river washed between these rocks and that was
what was left. Then there was a greenish cast to an area. Maybe copper was in the soil? Now I am in an area that looks like the blobs of stones have been bleached. They are not red like the sand stone formations that I saw, or the brown formations, but
a washed out grayish white. And they are flatter. More like the shape of piles of hay before they started forming them into bales. I didn't stop where I had planned because it looked creepy. Green Rivers. I drove another 12 miles to a town that had better
vibes for me. There is even a Starbucks across the highway from my Holiday Inn. Now, if I can figure out how to cross the highway , I will be just fine.