who needs a map when you've got a heading?
Back on either Wednesday or Thursday a couple of weeks ago, I must have been looking more than a little strained around the edges, because agonistes watched me for a few seconds and then suggested that we drive north on Saturday. "Let's just go," she said, or words to that effect. "We'll find a coffee shop in Cheyenne. You can get your work done there and I've got plenty of other stuff to do. Getting out for a while will be good, and the change of scenery too. Let's go."
So we did.
We ended up in Laramie instead of Cheyenne, which was probably a much better idea given that evidently Cheyenne was covered in caucusing Democrats that day. I did get a lot done, and agonistes had a damn fine cup or two of coffee, and all was and is still well with the world.
The trip reminded me, though, that for some reason I never got around to posting pictures from my last Wyoming trip... in June 2007. (Um. Yeah.) Still, better late than never, right? Anyway, that trip was based on responses to this poll, and ended up taking me past Cheyenne along the Oregon Trail. On the way, I encountered graveyards, registers carved in rock, some incredibly beautiful mountains and plains, Fort Laramie, an historic Colt revolver, and gunslingers.
No, really.
If you're curious and interested in following along, this link leads to the centralized picture gallery. Everything's in order, and each picture has my comments on what it is and why I took it.
(By the way, all future trips in which I just pick a direction and go will eventually be labeled with the tag 'spinning jack's compass.' As that sort of wandering is something I have a tendency to do on a regular basis, there will probably end up being more of them than one might expect. Eventually. When I get around to writing about them.)
So we did.
We ended up in Laramie instead of Cheyenne, which was probably a much better idea given that evidently Cheyenne was covered in caucusing Democrats that day. I did get a lot done, and agonistes had a damn fine cup or two of coffee, and all was and is still well with the world.
The trip reminded me, though, that for some reason I never got around to posting pictures from my last Wyoming trip... in June 2007. (Um. Yeah.) Still, better late than never, right? Anyway, that trip was based on responses to this poll, and ended up taking me past Cheyenne along the Oregon Trail. On the way, I encountered graveyards, registers carved in rock, some incredibly beautiful mountains and plains, Fort Laramie, an historic Colt revolver, and gunslingers.
No, really.
If you're curious and interested in following along, this link leads to the centralized picture gallery. Everything's in order, and each picture has my comments on what it is and why I took it.
(By the way, all future trips in which I just pick a direction and go will eventually be labeled with the tag 'spinning jack's compass.' As that sort of wandering is something I have a tendency to do on a regular basis, there will probably end up being more of them than one might expect. Eventually. When I get around to writing about them.)