Wyoming was supposed to be easy. So I slept a little late this morning, indulged in a nice long breakfast with my aunt and uncle, and took my time getting on the road.
Jake’s 48th law of the American West: Wyoming is a lot of wonderful things, but it is never easy.
North to Cheyenne, the Wyoming wind wagered Colorado that it could toss a Honda Civic back to Nebraska. Failing that, and insulted that I would turn west, it determined to beat me down to 45mph in third gear. The worst part was the nausea as blowing snow turned a road trip into a boat ride on a vertiginous white sea.
But perseverance earned me a beautiful western sunset, which turned the snow purple and sped me to Utah. I’ve shacked up in Park City and am going in search of freshies tomorrow.