Rollin'

Last week was Training. For this statewide meeting we got to go to exciting Lander. About a 5 hour drive from home, so we had to leave at Oh-Dark-Thirty. Despite the fact we travelled in our lovely, state-issued Ford Taurus, being trapped with coworkers for five hours made the trip feel like we travelled like this at times :

Appropriate, since we were traveling the same ground taken by pioneers on the Oregon Trail. Fairly desolate - can you imagine being in wagon, or walking along, and these were the only sights you could see looming in the distance?

I like the big empty, the high plains deserts of Wyoming. I've done mountains, they don't do as much for me as the wide open spaces. Despite the endless horizan, we saw a lot of antelope, deer, eagles, hawks, and small, unidentified rodents skittering across the roads. Roadkill bingo got boring because of the number of dead rabbits. I think I counted twenty three in a one mile stretch. You know what they say about winters in Wyoming, they must get cold, because all the roads are fur lined...

There might have been rattlesnakes out here in the rocks, I sure as heck didn't go looking. My encounter with one at Devils Tower was enough for me, thank you. No doubt they were out sunning themselves, it was a beautiful drive, in the 60's, with plenty of sunshine, and miles and miles of nothing. Just the way I like it.