We traveled from Lincoln, NE to Laramie, WY today. Nebraska must be the center of the roadside attraction universe. We saw all kinds of goofy stuff: statues, sculptures, huts, and towns. My favorite stop must’ve been Buford, Wyoming. With a population that barely exceeds zero, it is America’s smallest town. Unfortunately, the lone resident was nowhere to be found.
Wifey and I like Wyoming a lot. We’ve left the Great Plains and just begun our approach to the Rocky Mountains. The difference in landscapes make for much needed visual stimulation. We can even see the small but distinct rising mountains from our hotel room. We’re staying near historic Laramie and the University of Wyoming.
Needless to say, the three of us have been spending a lot of time together in a confined space.
Things are starting to get weird. I’ve started a collection of University magnets on Bowey’s bumper. Currently I only have a Nebraska Corn Huskers and Wyoming Pokes (a.k.a. Cowboys, Cowgirls, or Cowpokes) magnet but am optimistic about the remaining two days. Further, I scored these awesome new shades.
Some notes about Laramie:
> this looks like a seriously fun town
> Ali’s favorite memory thus far was sitting in front of the Turtle Rock Café and having lunch
> the grass here is in incredible condition – WAY better than even my college soccer field
> dinner might have been the best Mexican I’ve ever had
Ali arrived in crazy town before me. Since we left MD, she’s been giving (and changing) Jake’s and my CB radio ID’s at will. It's total chaos. Some of the names floating around the cabin are “Donkey,” “Big Bear,” and “Bambi.” I’m confused and don’t know when I’m supposed to talk.