After a make-it-yourself Belgium waffle breakfast at our hotel in Casper, we drove down Interstate 25 and then onto Interstate 80 in Wyoming. Who says there's nothing to see in the middle of Wyoming?
Maybe Butter Lamb wants to move to Buford instead.
Entering Utah, which is unbelivably gorgeous with its clay-colored hills and massive rocks, we needed gas. Spying a sign for gas, food, phone and services in a town named Echo, we pulled off the highway. The gas, food, phone and services were all provided by an elderly man named Frank (we think. It was the name on the gas station.) After pulling up to the gas station, we followed a sign "For gas, go to cafe" and found Frank at the cafe counter, a beer in hand. He then came down to the gas station, unlocked the pumped, pumped our gas, warned us of the Salt Lake City police and waved us on our way. Jen had to ask: "So how many people live in Echo?" Frank replied, "75 of us."
We're going to explore a bit of Salt Lake City today, especially the Morom Tabernacle and the actual lake itself. It's ironic to be driving through Utah with Massachusetts license plates given the former governor, Flip Flop Mitt, is running for president. Anyone else find it strange that a Mormon got elected in one of the bluest states of them all?
Our destination this evening, because we're too tired to drive all the way to Reno, is Winnemucca, Nevada. Thanks to Natalie, who we had no clue was a Winnemucca expert (because she's actually driven through and stayed there), we now know that Winnemucca is the home to more Basque restaurants than anywhere else in America and that somewhere along the way, well see signs for a town that is nicknamed the armpit of America. Nice.
2 comments:
a make-it-yourself belgian waffle breakfast? i'm mega jeal now.
Jen and Dan,
You guys look great,but I'm worried. Wyoming and Utah... a labor scholar and a feminist..get the hell out of there quickly!
Life is full of amazing surprises. Doris and I have been carrying a butterlamb on ice,in our car for 30 years. We thought we were the only ones who understood how fun butterlamb living can be. Now we know there are two others. What a relief.
Keep truckin, Richard
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