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The day winter arrived
This is usually how our weather works – it’ll be the end of October and still hot. Like need-an-air-conditioner hot. And then the weather forecast says in four or five days we’ll have six or seven inches of snow. Six or seven INCHES!! It is very exciting. But as the days between now and the forecasted snow dwindle, so does the anticipated snow accumulation. And then, at last, the snow day arrives. Only there’s ice instead of snow.
And then, two or three days later, it’s once again so warm that it’s hard to believe the ice storm really happened.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 10.27.2020
yet despite all this
Normal travelers seeking a route between Cheyenne and Caspar would take Interstate 25, which would take about two and a half hours.
And that is the complete explanation of our route of choice, a desolate and meandering path that added roughly an hour to the drive. But we got to see this. (And we skipped the boring interstate.)
Shirley Rim Rest Area, Wyoming
photographed 8.27.2020
Sod Roller
If I’m in a cemetery, I will always check out the groundskeeper’s shack. It’s just a thing I do. Sometimes it isn’t worth the (very small) effort, but other times, there’s a sod roller leaning against the wall.
Greenwood Cemetery
Palouse, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
Passenger Seat View
The Patient Spouse will be the second one to tell you that I am generally a terrible passenger on road trips. (I’d be the first, as I am well aware of the situation.) I get bored and fidgety. I get motion sickness if I try to read. Or if the road is too bumpy or curvy or if the driving is a little too aggressive. To my credit, though, I can play podcasts and music. And if I’m playing music, I can often offer important background information to the listener and some of that information may be in fact true. And also, to my credit, I am a really good navigator.
So, anyway, the PS and I were both more than a little worried that our vacation unexpectedly transformed itself from an easy flight to Spokane into a 4,000 mile road trip. I took ginger supplements and drank real-ginger ginger ale to combat the motion sickness. I didn’t even try to read. I found lots of important podcasts to listen to (let me know if you’d like any details about the history of miniature golf). I drove. But sometimes, I did still get fidgety. Like this moment, captured right here.
Weld County, Colorado
photographed 8.27.2020
Deadline: not met
Obviously, the 2019 completion date wasn’t met, and 2020’s not looking all that likely.
Coeur d’Alene, Idaho
photographed 9.1.2020
