Day 68 – Cheyenne, Wyoming

I think I’m having a flashback.  There it is, the same oppressive heat and humidity, the RV Park paved in the sharpest gravel money can buy, the lack of any place to go and run free in beautiful green grass; I’m back in West Texas!  Fortunately, we’re out of here tomorrow morning, continuing our trek westward.

I wish we were back in the place we started out from this morning, in Nebraska.  That whole park was grass, acres of it, with lots of interesting corners and holes in the ground worthy of investigation.  On our walk this morning, Don and I walked the whole park, and I was busy bounding from place to place, sniffing plants I’d never encountered before, checking holes for the presence of subterranean dwellers, and rolling gloriously in the sweet grassy meadow.  I even got going on a crazy dog routine, until I realized that there was no one there to appreciate it except for Don.  It really was one of the better walks we’ve had recently. 

Our gang set some kind of a record, for us anyway, in our departure time; we sailed out the gate of the park just a little after 8:00 AM, heading west on I-80 once more.  I should point out, though, that our fellow overnighters in the park were all long gone by the time we heaved anchor.  We were happy with what we had achieved.  We were blessed by a relatively cool morning, and the fact that Don had coerced the generator into functioning with the forward air conditioning unit to get some real cooling in the front of the coach.  We were two thirds of the way across the state when Don remembered that the generator will stop getting fuel from the diesel tank when the tank drops below one-quarter full, which we were approaching.  We instituted an emergency fuel stop, but the generator gave up the ghost just as we were pulling into the fueling island, and Don couldn’t convince it to renew its functions once we were filled up again.  Oh, well, it wasn’t that hot up front anyway, and the chassis A/C was still working OK.

Unbeknownst to me, we crossed another time zone before we left Nebraska, and we pulled into the Cheyenne KOA on Mountain Time.  This always messes up my schedule, and my requests for food and treat items is always met with this attitude of “You really don’t know that your request is an hour early due to a time zone change, but we’re here to explain it to you so that you know that your request is not being ignored, but, due to your ignorance of how time zones work, we will delay honoring it we know it is really time for it.”  Stuff it, really.  It’s no sweat off your brow to give me what I’m owed when I say it’s due, and you know that I won’t ask for it again!  So, just do it, and stop trying to convince a dog that he should understand time zones!  OK, I’m glad I got that off my manly chest.

Geri and Don went off on a big foraging trip, and came back with tons of stuff from the stores; you’d think we were going to be on the road for another couple of months.  Don cooked up one of his good chicken dishes, and I enjoyed some succulent plates as a result.  There are thunder clouds on the horizon, and I expect there’ll be some fireworks tonight again.  That’s OK, doesn’t bother me.  We’ll be on the road again tomorrow, even though Geri and Don love Cheyenne, but they’ve spent some time here on a previous trip, and feel the need to keep moving.  We’re going to try for another early start tomorrow; I’ll let you know how well that works!  Sayonara, all!