Wyoming, my love
I just achieved the highest pinnacle of ecstasy any human being could ever hope to achieve.
I had a steak. A Wyoming steak. It was beyond description. It defied words. It transcended the mortal experience to be something greater. It was in its naked glory so perfect that steak sauce was rendered meaningless.
To end, I ordered a Brown Betty, which I in my shameful ignorance thought was only something from "King of the Hill". A Brown Betty is actually an apple crumble, but this Brown Betty was so crumbly that I could have been eating ambrosia and clouds and not told the difference.
I have never had such good food in my LIFE. I have eaten food on several continents, innumerable states, of every longitude and latitude that you could imagine, and nothing could compare to this one meal. The Cheyenne Cattle Company in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Look at it. Commit it to memory. Do not allow yourself to die before you have sampled its delights.
Yes, I am in Cheyenne, which is a mere one hour away from the Nebraska border. My traveling companion and I got the ambitious idea to touch Nebraska before we left for home, but we are so enamored with Wyoming that we may just stay here tomorrow.
I love, love this state. It is my favorite state out of all the states I've visited. I was greatly relieved to discover that Wyoming is not Idaho. Wyomingites are, in contrast to Idahoans, friendly and warm. They do not stare. Wyoming also remains the truest to its Wild West heritage of any place I've seen. Many of its small towns retain their Western architecture, log cabins and all. I do not like the Wild West so much for what it was, but for what it represents: independence, nature, a lack of people, horsies, mountains, streams, rivers, beauty, and Wyoming has all of it. Not to mention that the West has very good Internet connectivity. Even towns with population 200 had wireless Internet in their campgrounds.
My dream now is to buy land in Wyoming, even though it's completely infeasible given my current location. Travel there alone would be a fortune. But it is my dream. Maybe I could even move there someday. Given the number of jobs available to out-of-staters - unless I go down a mine shaft for Halliburton - that is also infeasible. But I can dream. And one day, I will own a patch of land or maybe a house or maybe even a ranch and be happy and content.
I had a steak. A Wyoming steak. It was beyond description. It defied words. It transcended the mortal experience to be something greater. It was in its naked glory so perfect that steak sauce was rendered meaningless.
To end, I ordered a Brown Betty, which I in my shameful ignorance thought was only something from "King of the Hill". A Brown Betty is actually an apple crumble, but this Brown Betty was so crumbly that I could have been eating ambrosia and clouds and not told the difference.
I have never had such good food in my LIFE. I have eaten food on several continents, innumerable states, of every longitude and latitude that you could imagine, and nothing could compare to this one meal. The Cheyenne Cattle Company in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Look at it. Commit it to memory. Do not allow yourself to die before you have sampled its delights.
Yes, I am in Cheyenne, which is a mere one hour away from the Nebraska border. My traveling companion and I got the ambitious idea to touch Nebraska before we left for home, but we are so enamored with Wyoming that we may just stay here tomorrow.
I love, love this state. It is my favorite state out of all the states I've visited. I was greatly relieved to discover that Wyoming is not Idaho. Wyomingites are, in contrast to Idahoans, friendly and warm. They do not stare. Wyoming also remains the truest to its Wild West heritage of any place I've seen. Many of its small towns retain their Western architecture, log cabins and all. I do not like the Wild West so much for what it was, but for what it represents: independence, nature, a lack of people, horsies, mountains, streams, rivers, beauty, and Wyoming has all of it. Not to mention that the West has very good Internet connectivity. Even towns with population 200 had wireless Internet in their campgrounds.
My dream now is to buy land in Wyoming, even though it's completely infeasible given my current location. Travel there alone would be a fortune. But it is my dream. Maybe I could even move there someday. Given the number of jobs available to out-of-staters - unless I go down a mine shaft for Halliburton - that is also infeasible. But I can dream. And one day, I will own a patch of land or maybe a house or maybe even a ranch and be happy and content.