The Oregon Trail: Day 3

We woke up in the morning to look out the windows and realize how flat of the state of Nebraska really is. Our destination for this day was Casper, Wyoming, where we were to meet up with T.J. On the way, we planned to make a few stops at some notable sights.

Day 3. 542 mi. 9 hrs.

The first stop on the way was Fort Kearney. This fort was built to help settlers on their way out to the new Oregon and California territories. Not much help to Ewa and me though, except for giving us a chance to dress up like idiots and wander around the park.

Yep, definitely idiots.

Not much further along the road, we came across Chimney Rock. I've been around the country by car four times now, and one landscape oddity is as good as the next usually. The Rock isn't much compared to almost any landscape feature in Southern Utah. It was cool, however, to see the same scene from the days of the Apple IIe.

Compare and contrast.

The rest of the drive through Wyoming was only remarkable for the fact that I was pulled over and somehow, for the first time in my life, managed to talk my way out of a ticket. (This skill would come in useful in Mexico a few months later, but that's a tale for another day). We arrived at T.J.'s place right around dinner time, so we went out for a fine steak feast, accompanied and followed by copious drinking. It was a Tuesday, so the bars weren’t very full. The only picture taken that night is about a blurry as my memory, and that was the beginning of the night.

Air Hockey, I wish I knew how to quit you!