Day 69 – Lyman, Wyoming

Sorry excuse for an RV Park, sorry excuse for a morning walk.  Couldn’t even find a decent place to roll.  The only excitement was seeing one of those little animals on the other side of the fence, standing on his hind legs and chattering at me, like he was daring me to chase him; if it hadn’t been for the fence, I would have!  Don tells me that they’re called Prairie Dogs!  Somebody went way wrong when they named these critters, ‘cause they don’t have anything in common with dogs at all.  They live in holes in the ground (which smell really grungy), they aren’t even as big as a Yorkie, and they don’t have a proper respect and love for humans.  I think they’re annoying.

We got another early start, not as good as yesterday, but pretty good for us.  The weather was not too hot, so the chassis A/C did a good job of keeping us cool.  Before we got to Laramie, we saw the Lincoln Monument, which was erected many years ago to commemorate the opening of the Lincoln Highway, which Don says was the very first transcontinental highway in the country.  Our I-80 pretty much follows the route of the old highway, and the monument is placed at the highest elevation that the road reaches, over 8,000 feet!  We had visited the monument the last time we were here, so we didn’t stop this time. 

After a couple of hours on the road, Don pulled into a rest stop to wash the bugs off the windshield, and Geri took me over to the grass, where I was finally able to do some big time rolling.  There were some people having lunch at a table nearby, but I didn’t want to bug Geri too much, so I didn’t go running over to them.  We got back on the road, and I napped for the rest of the trip, waking up when we pulled into another KOA.  I looked around and saw that the place was almost all nice green grass; things were looking up.  We got a nice pull-through spot with a view of the Wasatch Mountains out the front windows, and Geri took me out for a stroll while Don got the rig set up.  Yeah, pretty nice, kind of makes up for Cheyenne. 

The weather here does appear to be a little unsettled, with occasional rain squalls and bursts of wind; we may get another thunder/lightning show tonight, which will thrill Don.  Geri’s come to the conclusion that he was deprived of violent weather in his childhood, making him crave it now, in his dotage.  Regardless, I’m sure we’ll be OK whatever the weather is.  Recycled food tonight, minimum plates; oh, well, you can’t have everything!  Catch you tomorrow!