A Little Pick Me Up

These pics are from the hour we spent on I-80 in Cheyenne the other day. I am probably talking to my friend, and massage partner Laura who happened to call, between calls with AAA and the local tow truck company, when we were in need of a little pick me up. The sky here in Wyoming has looked remarkably similar for the last couple of days, with interemittent thunderstorms, that don't really amount to a lot of rain as you can see by the dead looking grass. The garage ordered the wrong part and hopes to get the right one in tomorrow morning putting us out of here, at best, the morning of Saturday August eighth, the day after tomorrow. This has given me time to acclimate to the elevation which is over 6000 feet here. I am slow to adjust. We took a ride in a horse drawn carriage complete with tour of downtown Cheyenne today. We also managed to locate the used bookstore, and Safeway where we purchased some dog food. We thought Brutus was happy with the hot dog fare but as it turns out he was quite excited to receive the ole lamb and rice doggy chow. The town here has almost 60,000 residents of the about 400,000 in the whole state. Wyoming is huge, 402 miles across, 300 the other way, and largely uninhabited. This must be what the Europeans are talking about when they dreamily exclaim about how awesome it must be to live in this magnificently large land. Something most of the people I know, don't really realize, as we live in such highly populated areas of this gigantic country. Still, we are all looking forward to returning to our over populated part of the world soon. Our carriage driver didn't envy us in having to still travel through Utah and Nevada, neither of which he approves us, but wouldn't fill us in on the details of his angst, whilst the children were present. In the above photo (left), one might wonder, where lies Brutus. He is riding high in style in the front seat of the Volvo, as the tow truck does not accomodate dogs, with barely room for the family in the cab.