Miles pass quickly when the speed limit is 80 mph. In spite of beginning our travels on Friday of the Labor Day weekend, traffic has been light. No accidents have been observed. State Troopers were not seen at all until Idaho. As always, Magic is Mr. Steady: Never sleeps in the car, minds his own business, no surprises, a very steady and level Border collie.
My last visit to (famous or infamous?) Wall Drug was some 30 years past. Sort of like a mini-amusement park now. The patrons could be “movie extras” for zombies in “Dawn of the Dead.” If you’re in a hurry, DO NOT enter Wall Drug…
Devils Tower in Wyoming. Looks much bigger from a distance. A lot of hornets attracted to all of the bug scum on the front of vehicles. $20 entry fee.
At the WELCOME TO WYOMING Center. Magic found the Mountain Lion sculpture very interesting.
Gillette, Wyoming has a lot of art and sculpture. This piece entitled “ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS,” is positioned outside the local newspaper.
Built in 1901, the Northern Pacific Terminal in Missoula, Montana has been converted to private offices. No more passenger trains come calling. Heavy coal train and freight train traffic.
Monday morning, we left Scottsbluff in the rear view mirror and headed northwest on US 26. The roads in Nebraska and Iowa were very smooth and well maintained (compared to Illinois) and the speed limits allowed the boring parts of the landscape to move quickly behind us. 75 miles per hour (mph) in Iowa and a very speedy 80 mph was allowed on the rural four lane roads of Wyoming.
A Burlington Northern-Santa Fe diesel-electric unit with a remnant of the past, a sleeper car car from the 1950’s. These tracks parallel US 26.
My Dad made a brief stop in Lingle, Wyoming to document a 1950’s Nash Metropolitan, FOR SALE. Derelict automobiles are a common sight in the rural areas of the American West.
One of the romantic towns of the American West.
Miles-long coal trains filled with the ubiquitous fossil fuel from the vast Feather River basin coal fields. Each train is powered by two units at the front a a third unit at the rear.
The transition from agricultural plains and barren bluffs happens quickly as we approached the Tetons. One of my loyal followers made a comment about the French translation of the word, TETONS. Let me talk with My Dad before releasing that information.
Just when you think you’ve been in some significant mountains, the VERY significant mountains come into view – THE GRAND TETONS. My loyal follower in France, a Border collie named BLOG, has provided information that TETONS translates into “nipples.” I am not making this up!
The GRAND TETONS as viewed from one of the many wayside parking areas along US 26.