I Can See For Miles

“I can see for miles and miles

I can see for miles and miles

I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles

Oh, yeah” - The Who

Credit to Dan McCormack who had suggested this one a while ago, perhaps in the Dakotas. I was waiting for the right time. This was it. You know how your camera has a little box that focuses in on the subject of your picture? I kept getting error messages.

102 miles. One place to stop. Farson, WY. As in “it’s really far son, to get there.” And “make sure you fill up because it’s really far son to get anywhere else”. It was about 60 miles in. Other highlights of the day: I saw a creek. It was really small. I saw 3 llamas. They might have been alpacas. My reading glasses broke. The rental car company (Enterprise) called in the middle of my ride to tell me that despite me having a confirmed reservation, they had no cars for me tomorrow for my pilgrimage to Nebraska. I had to call Budget at the local airport in Rock Springs, pay an extra $40 for a car and add on a cab fare (no Uber here). The Enterprise lot, empty as it may be, was three doors down from the motel. Speaking of the motel, when I got here, the front door was locked and nobody was working. I called the number on the door and the lady had just left to get her dog from the vet. I sat on the ground for 20 minutes waiting for her and her chihuahua in a cone to come back. I went to dinner and forgot to grab a plastic spoon for tomorrow’s breakfast (see St. Paul, MN motel commentary). I came back to the motel from dinner and had the sleeve for my room key, but no key. I went back to the office. The front door was locked. I got to wait outside for 5-10 minutes until she came back from taking care of her other dog. This time I got to talk to some guy from Florida driving his girlfriend and all her stuff from Olympia to somewhere in Florida. I didn’t care enough to ask. But he’s worried about traffic in St. Louis and Atlanta. He told me so. In fairness, this motel room isn’t anywhere close to the bottom 10, even though it’s the second cheapest. It has cowboy boots with flowers in it for decoration.

Kelly pointed out the sky is really blue.

She had no comment on this one.

My motel for the night. At least it was only $59 (plus tax).

Cowboy boots with flowers. Wyoming is definitely the most “western” state I’ve been in. They don’t even pretend - except maybe in Jackson for all the California tourists like my nephew.

Wyoming > Nevada. Slightly more green, a couple National Parks to Nevada’s one, better wildlife if you can find it, and taller mountains. Both are mostly just dirt, however.