Yesterday we drove from Cheyenne, via Guernsey up to Devils Tower with the final destination of Sundance, Wyoming.
Believe it or not, we're mostly relying on maps and signage to get us places this trip. And that meant, a couple of pass throughs through Guernsey to find the Oregon Trail Wagon Ruts. They were spectacular. Followed quickly by a visit to Register Cliff...where we saw a bunch of names carved, with spectacular penmanship, into the rock circa the 1800s.
From there, we drove hours through nowhere. Jessica kept us entertained with a story of Mother Featherlegs, a prominent Hollywood Madaam (who actually lived in Wyoming in the early 1900s). She was killed by Dangerous Dick (and no, i'm not making any of this up) and we went searching for her memorial and pantalets but alas, we could not find them. They are somewhere around Lusk, Wyoming. We did, however, have a fantastic BLT/Grilled Cheese lunch at a diner in Lusk, where the wait staff hated us and we were surrounded by Army Men (covert ops in the Wyoming nowhere? I think so).
As we approached Devils Tower, we had been circumventing a storm for about an hour. Upon arrival at said Tower, the rain started. We left. And then went to stay at a cute cabin B&B for the night.
Side note--how do people live in these small towns with no restaurants? What do people eat? One can't possibly cook for themselves 100% of the time.
Other than that the journey consisted of Brea running down highways in her flip flops, Jessica actually wearing a winter hat because Cali girl was "so cold" and Jolea picking ham out of her grilled cheese.
TTFN! Brea, Jolea and Jessica.
Jessica and Jolea, exhausted from trying to find the ruts...
Wagon Ruts!
The picture Brea ran down the highway for...
Devils tower in the rain...
Wonderful Wyoming Weather
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