Grab a hankie, friends, because the day has arrived.
I may never return.
Actually, it's almost 100% that I will not return.
Shoot. Now I need a hankie.
The polyester uniform and the name tag have been turned in.
I'm no longer a front desk monkey at the Old Faithful Inn.
Sob and sob some more.
Even though my eyes were misty, the scenery didn't disappoint on the way out.
We took the eastern route to Cody, Wyoming.
We had to stop at the Buffalo Bill Historical Center.
Like everything else in Wyoming, it was bigger than big.
We only spent an hour or so there which hardly does it justice.
Hubby didn't see a moose in the Park, so this is the next best thing.
Did that thing move?
Here I am with Sackajawea or Sacajaweea or heck, you know, the Indian chick.
I don't think she was this big. Must be the clean mountain air.
There were signs along the road explaining what kind of rocks are along the road and their age.
It started out with 300 million years old, which freaked me out and then....
There are mountains here that are almost 2 billion years old!
How many zeros would that be?
The guy with the stop sign looked just like Homer Simpson.
Hey! We sat there a long time. The mind can play tricks in the high altitudes. Lack of oxygen and all.
At one point we were at 10,000 feet.
So look way, way down in that valley, and you'll see where our road is taking us,.
Wyoming is the most incredible state.
How they get these roads paved with a state population of 200 is beyond me, but everyone must be incredibly hard workers.
Eventually, we got a room in Buffalo, Wyoming, and as we speak, hubby is snoring away. Just like living in the dorm. I feel at home.
More tomorrow from the road trip home.