13 September 2013 - Wyoming roads

Yesterday was the "Don Quixote Windmill Tour", including extensive fields of the massive, white, modern, bird choppers.  Nebraska is full of them and I know there are a lot in Wyoming as well, which we will see on the way home.  Today was the "Filtered by Fog Drive".  After a brisk morning walk surrounded by corn fields and WalMart, we again headed home in our reliable Yukon.  A short drive on dry roads and the gray clouds began to gather and get lower and lower.  It was not long before raindrops began to fall and in a brief moment, nature had contributed to cleaning the windshield of a coating of bug bits.  The rain continued for a couple of hours, then slowly eased, getting less and less while at the same time the clouds got closer and closer. Fog began to drift over the road and thicken.  For the rest of our journey in Nebraska, we drove in fog, swirling around the trucks and cars, obscuring the path ahead, allowing glimpses of passing countryside and masking the sun.  Speed was an up and down coaster, cruise control off and on, occasional slippery surfaces, but I did not feel at any time that we were in danger.  (And Mom slept through a lot of it).

We rolled over the Wyoming border and it was like a broom swept away the mists.  The clouds were dark and occasional rain showers pelted the car, but driving was easy and soon the moisture stopped.  We decided to drive on until we reached Laramie and stop there for the evening as it seemed too long to continue on to Rawlins.  On the way over the mountains, we stopped at the Lincoln Memorial, once again.  This time we could enjoy the storm we have passed.

This was part of the storm that has so fiercely battered Colorado, exploding in flash floods, swollen rivers destroying homes and crops.  When we arrived in Laramie, we were told they had been having rain since Monday, 5 days without the sun.  As we finished dinner and left the restaurant, one of the patrons pointed west and asked, "What is that bright shiny thing?"  The sun had appeared as it was setting.  The colors were fantastic and rainbows began to glow.  It became a beautiful site, which we posted on InstaGram.


I did enjoy the storm and had hopes that it bountifully gave water to dry and thirsty Utah. I felt that if it did, it might only saturate the soil and not add to the water storage we need.  I also hoped it helped with the devastating wild fires.   I am so sorry for what it has done to Colorado.

Tomorrow is our day to return home.  We will make the final drive to Salt Lake, having traveled over 6000 miles and we have seen so much of the wonders and beauty created by God, the amazing things done by man and marveled at the magnificent country and continent in which we live.  Mom is ready to be home and I think that she has been stressed more than I wished.  On the other hand, I would love to continue the trip and I feel that there is so much to yet see and experience.  I hope that when I am home I will not become a bear because the trip is over. I have had a wonderful time!