I'm sitting in a motel room in Evanston, Wyoming.
We drove through Nebraska, skimmed over the border of Colorado and went almost entirely through Wyoming. We're close to the border of Utah
The buffalo heads that greet motel patrons in this place...are a bit on the creepy side, but I'm happy to be here. It's 11:15 P.M. Mountain time. I'm utterly exhausted.
It's been a loooong day on the road. I'm ready to take a hot shower and climb under the sheets.
We had some misadventures today... for example, leaving the keys in the ignition and accidentally locking the door in a desolate town in Wyoming.
That was an experience...
But the town really pulled together to help us out. It's a long story that I'll save for a diary entry.
"Marty" our little corolla is struggling on these upward mountain climbs and choking a bit. We have to keep refilling the oil. He reached 200,000 miles so it might be time to slow it down a bit for the final stretch.
Marty is a real trooper. He's taken us over half-way across the United States... A lot of people thought he wouldn't make it and that we were crazy.
Well, maybe we ARE...
But my god..WYOMING IS BEAUTIFUL. Heartstoppingly beautiful. I can't even describe the drive today in words. It was breathtaking.
I will write a detailed diary entry and post lots of pictures tomorrow morning.
Now it's REALLY time for us to crash.
I see a dark shape outside our motel room, it's definitely a mountain view. I can't wait to see it tomorrow morning in the daylight
