In honor of the least populous state, home of Dick Cheney and a massive McCain landslide over Obama, here are two of my favorite photos from there.
Bosler, Wyoming. September 2008.
I made us turn around and stop when we passed this time-warp.
Moorcroft, Wyoming. September 2008.
If it’s hard to go long without eating burgers on a road trip, it’s even harder to avoid big breakfasts with pancakes, eggs, lots of coffee, etc. Donna’s was one of the good ones. The waitress, who called us “Hon,” almost added coffee to Elliott’s tea. We each had a bit of a cold from camping out near the foot of Devil’s Tower the night before–which was totally a highlight of the entire three weeks. I know this photo isn’t a particular knockout, but it crystallizes an interesting moment.
The diner was panelled (fake, naturally), had a room in the back for special events, and a group of six or eight Mormons guys our age came in and prayed over their breakfast. And people were smoking in there, which feels like a complete throwback by now. Moorcroft is a small town, maybe 600 people, and there’s not much around but beautiful country. Devil’s Tower shows up a lot as a motif, but I don’t think they get too many tourists. That was one of the best places.
Suck the Rainbow 