Yesterday was the first day since leaving NYC that I didn’t cross a single state line. Instead, I drove diagonally across the cowboy state. This is the West…Wyoming. Corn fields give way to cattle ranches and sage brush, and as I was driving across this vast state, I could easily picture myself riding along with Wayne, Eastwood, and especially Newman and Redford. This is the land of Butch and Sundance. The real Butch and Sundance. And yes, there is tumbleweed, and cattle, and cowboys. Real cowboys. Oh sure, my old neighborhood had cowboys, but they were usually limited to a float in the gay pride parade. These guys (and gals) are the real deal, and those chaps are utilitarian, not fashion.
The lush green of the midwest gives way to golden hay fields, brown and sage green plains, and some of the starkest yet incredibly beautiful landscapes yet, filled with rock outcrops, flat top volcanoes, yellow stone and red rock. Driving across Wyoming is a geology lesson in motion.Then you hit the Togwotee Pass at an elevation 9,658 feet, and cross the continental divide. Pines, serpentine mountain roads, and the star attraction, wild life. If you’re lucky, (and I was), you might get a view of a bald eagle or a herd of buffalo. Or elk, moose, bear, and my favorite, speed goats. Never heard of a speed goat? Antelope, who always seemed to me to be having a whale of a good time when they run. They sproing. Like kids when they sort of run, sort of skip. Sproing! Then, at the end of another long day on the road was the best treat of all. Family in Jackson Hole, a cold beer, a good meal, and today, a day of no driving. Ahhhhh….