The drive to Cheyenne transitioned from flatlands to rocky bluffs as we began to approach the mountains.The verdant green farmland changed to arid,rocky terrain covered by grasses and devoid of trees. The winds picked up as a testament to Wyoming's reputation of always being windy. Vast expanses of open lands and massive blue skies lift one's spirits-yes America still has large areas of sparse population where antelope far outnumber people. Talk to a Wyoming native and he will be friendly,frank and informative. Cattle and oil are huge resources. Horses are still an essential mode of transport across these rocky grounds. Old rustic line shacks dot the landscape in various stages of decay. They used to serve as emergency shelters for the cowboys riding the ranges to check on the cattle and fences. Pickup trucks leave massive clouds of distant dust as they move about the ranchlands. It is all quite a romantic landscape portrait and one which captures America's heart.
We arrived at A.B. Camping RV Park near the heart of Cheyenne about 4:30 in a torrential rainstorm and hastily set up our campsite and then settled down to a fabulous dinner of homemade beef barbecue. The barbecue is some of the best we have eaten. The RV park owner,Mark,prepares it from scracth in his slow cooker and sells to all comers. It is widely recognized throughout the area. I thought I was being pulled over as five squad cars pulled in right behind my coach when I entered the park. The officers were assembling for a barbecue dinner meeting! Close call.
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