Anyway, about today. Another dawn start, and we kept on heading west, crossing into Wyoming and the home of Butch Cassidy, the Sundance Kid, and Buffalo Bill Cody. Most of the country side is flat or rolling hills – except for the grass it would be pretty desolate (hardly surprising as it will soon be covered in several feet of snow). The exception is the Big Horn Mountain Range - which rises up out of nowhere - with its incredible vistas.
Not many stops today, as we racked up the miles (400-odd miles/650-odd kilometers). We rolled into Cody with a bit of light left, and ended up stuffing ourselves silly on Mexican food and alcohol (rather modest, yet sufficient amounts in our case). Now the tourist season has finished, there is not much happening in downtown Cody - other than traffic. We've now retired to our cabins…rough around the edges is a description that readily comes to mind.
We seem to be coming to grips with American currency (which can also disappear out of the wallet/purse at an alarming rate)...almost unloaded all of the pennies. Our immunity to the lure of souvenir shops is growing steadily, even though - spookily - they always seem to be in our path.
Tomorrow and we are off to Yellowstone for two nights. Not sure about interwebs out in the woods, so our next post could be a couple of days away.
I'm not sure if you two were "rough around the edges" or the cabins in which you rested your weary bodies! ;)
ReplyDeleteCould be a bit of both...we are hanging to find a washing machine again. The cabins? Well, this one time at band camp...
ReplyDeleteThe cabins are warm and - shall we say - cosy. On the down side the loo has gurgled the night away, and the shower is a second hand fire hose. Nonetheless, this is the bargain trip, so staying at the Sheraton is unlikely.