Monday, September 1, 2025 Wyoming Blahs, and OOOhs too

 

Monday, September 1, 2025  The Blahs

MEOWT!  MEOWT!  Some times, my stare is just not enough.

This is our last morning here.  We took our walk through the ‘hood, up and down the streets.  There is a lot of building going on here.  There are lots, and there are new houses on the lots.  It looks like you pick which model you want, and then it is built.  The prices are not inexpensive.   After Spouse left, I walked on my own.  A deer ran across my path from the golf course across the street into a field, where it disappeared.  It was probably one of the deer that is eating this poor man’s garden.  He chases them away, but they pay him no mind!

There is no dump station at the Elks, so when we readied Artie, our first stop was a KOA right down the street where we could dump our tanks.  We then headed west on I90.  The interstate curves around on the outside of the Black Hills.  Rolling hills and pine trees compliment the commerce, which is spaced out nicely.  As we cross into Wyoming, the scene continues for a while.  Then the green turns to straw color, and the rolling hills roll a little less.

At this point, it is vast and it is… well, I guess you would call it a whole lot of nothing.  Miles go by.  We see a herd of antelope grazing.  More miles go by.  Oh!  There is a prairie dog town!  That view lasts a whole second.  We pass through the town of Gilette.  Yawn, yawn…  We continue to the town of Buffalo.  We fuel up, then start heading into the Big Horn National Forest.  We have been on the northern road through Bighorn before and it was so pretty.  We were hoping for the same on the southern road.

There is lots of traffic leaving the area.  The holiday weekend is over and it looks like it was pretty busy in the area.  The elevation climbs.  These are mountains, but not like the Sierras.  These are grassy high hills with stands of pines and aspens.  It is very pretty.  We stumble upon a campground and call it a day.  It is NOT an RV park.  It is a primitive campground with no electricity, water or sewer.  There are pit toilets if you want.  But the sites are huge and woodsy, with fire pits.  And we emptied our tanks when we left Rapid City, so we are ok to rough it.  There are other people here, but I would say the campground is less than half full.

It is so nice and quiet.  I didn’t want to upset the silence with our generator to use our microwave to heat up our dinner.  I did it the old fashioned way.  I put things in pots and pans and turned on the stove.  It was so primitive to reheat leftovers like this.  Did you hear me curse?  When I was done, I heard a generator in the distance.  So much for being quiet!  I am sure you heard me curse…