|long roads of Wyoming|
Thinking about how to wrap up this series of posts about my "trip of a lifetime", the words, "It's home again and home again" kept coming to mind, so I googled it to find the poem that was taunting me, which turned out to be America for Me, by Henry Van Dyke. It didn't really fit, so I "paraphrased" to suit my need. Sorry, Henry.
Texas is For Me
'Tis fine to see the Old West, to travel up and down
among the famous places and cities of renown
To admire the mighty mountains. Oh the Redwoods, they are kings,
but now I think I've had enough of all those distant things.
So it's home again and home again! Texas is for me!
My heart is turning home again and there I long to be.
In the land of heat and contrast -- so near and yet so far
where the air is full of sunlight and the flag has but one star!
You can read Mr. Van Dyke's version here -- if you want to.
|leaving Mountain Home, Utah, early am.|
As soon as we left Mountain Home, Utah, we headed for Wyoming. I think the only stop we made was at Little America which is an awesome oasis in the middle of nowhere. Gas station, restaurant, nice motel, gift shop, convenience store, RV and long haul truck facilities. I'm sure if you needed to stop and take a nap in your car in the parking lot, you'd be welcome to do that too.
Wyoming was different the second time we drove through it. On the way, we were so anxious to get to Oregon, everything in between was just "there". On the way home, I saw Wyoming in a different light. It is indeed "big sky country" even if that designation does belong to Montana. The mountains of southern Wyoming were beautiful in their own way, bare, stark. But having little vegetation also allows the viewer to see the distinct and unusual shape of the land. I hoped to see the starry sky but clouds rolled in and the cloud cover, with intermittent rain, stayed with us all the way to Colorado Springs
We checked in at a Comfort Inn right off I-25 in Colorado Springs. The next morning, we had breakfast courtesy of the motel and headed out again.
I stopped for gas just south east of Trinidad, Colorado. I guess I thought that should get me home because I totally forgot about it until we ran out just past the first exit for Electra!
We'd plugged in a new audio book and I guess it was interesting enough, neither Dotti nor I even thought about gas again.
From the grass along 287, I called my sister-in-law, Becky Prentice, who lives in Electra. She and her husband Aubrey came to our rescue, then followed us on into a station in Iowa Park. A big thank you, for that!
So, I'm home, and my "trip of a lifetime" has become a full volume of wonderful memories that will delight me for many years to come.