Thursday 2 September: Driving to Cheyenne

This morning, got in the car and left Salt Lake City behind. Drove up a mountain pass and into the dreaded land that Gina swears, sucks the life right out of ye. Pulled off the highway into a small town (Gina, do you remember the name?) where we found the cutest little restaurant place where the entire farming community seems to come for coffee and food. Through the window I saw a cowboy on a horse slowly go by, heading into the sunset (well okay, into the mid-morning!). This was the only cowboy on a horse that I saw in my entire trip!

Saw lots of black Angus cattle (that meat definitely tastes better than the meat we have in Europe!), very handsome animals.

It was a long drive through Wyoming.

Lots of bare hills and little vegetation, even less population. The further we went, the more all colour seemed to leach from the world.

Lots of wind...

Gina thinks they could turn the entire state into a wind-farm. Well, yes. That might be a plan... ;-)

We upgraded tonight, instead of camping we are overnighting at Little America, an old-fashioned kind of place that makes me think of the movie Dirty Dancing. We met up with punkinsoul this evening: I put Hugh's pig on the car so she would recognise it, this made her laugh.

Punkinsoul brought us some gifts, including a strong liqueur for Gina that was -surprise!!!- made in the Netherlands!! This coincidence made me laugh. Punk gave me a really cool cowgirl hat!

We went into town and had a delicious supper: I had a buffalo burger with a blue cheese sauce that was perfection. Gina had a hot beef dinner that sent her into raptures of delight. I think Punkinsoul also had a buffalo burger, but I don't know for sure (punk?). We followed this by a visit to a hole-in-the-wall local heavy metal cowboy bar (yes, a very strange place). We were in luck, it was ladies night, that meant our booze was dirt cheap!  I had a virgin bloody mary, punk had some kind of cocktail which she did not finish, Gina did not really drink anything either. It was a sort of .... interesting, but still no cute cowboy for me!

A non-drunken group, photographed by a very soused volunteer.

This is the bar we were at