i-Podding Through Wyoming

I left North Platte, Nebraska this morning and headed west into Wyoming. Since I was in Montreal, I've been having trouble with my radio / CD player and have not been able to listen to any book on CD. Thanks to Cornelia, I now have the use of her extra i-pod and it make the drive and the time go by much better.


Western Nebraska reminded me of a time when I was sailing out of the Bahamas and was surrounded by water, only it was like a sea of green, rising and waning. Today I went by Boot Hill in Ogalala, and (this is for you David) the largest Cabela Store in the US...their headquarters is in Sidney, Nebraska then into Wyoming and once again I was blown away by the architecture of nature...buttes, craggy rock formations, snowy mountains, rolling hills. I had planned to stop in Cheyenne, however, when I got there, the air was rife with the stench of the local oil refinery, so I drove on, and on, past Laramie, also disappointing, I went by the smallest town in the US, Bufford, with a population of 1 and I simply got caught up in the beauty of the scenery and Michael Crichton's latest book, The State of Fear. As a result, I ended up making myself stop in Evanston, rather than give into the temptation to go onto Salt Lake... I know I would regret it and feel it tomorrow. I am torn though, between taking my time and pushing to get home.

So here I sit on the Utah border, enjoying a good beef meal...it is Wyoming... and planning an early night. Stay tuned.