To start our adventure off, I had taken Conner to the doctor the day before we left. He had an ear infection and continuous nose explosions, happening simultaneously through out the day. But we weren't going to let a little misery and sickness stop us! Oh no! We drugged the baby with some Motrin and anti-biotics, threw some clothes in some suit cases and stuffed the car with various baby items and toys to entertain the two boys.
Just as we were about to leave, I reminded Steve that he needed to bring his rifle for the Revolutionary War re-enactment. (Oh yeah, 4th of July festivities are big in my home town, people!) I was busy packing baby food and bottles, when I heard..... tumble, tumble, tumble, Whaaaaaaaa! Steve left the gate to stairs open, and down went Conner. My poor baby! His blanky and paci made it all better. It's all good. Steve said, "Forget the rifle! We are out of here!" I said, "We better have a prayer right now, before anything else happens."
Here is some scenery to observe for your pleasure. This particular scene is near the town of Green River, Wyoming.
Here is a gas station in Rock Springs, Wyoming that my husband always giggles at, because of the name. It's a well known fact, that the Lewis brains dwell in the gutter. Adolescent.
Sage brush. Lots and lots of sage brush. Are we there yet?
To kill time, we play silly games on the road. Such as "I Spy" or "Road Kill Thrill". Smears count as 1 point, smears with tufts of fur or feathers count as 5 points, and full carcasses count as 10 points! 20 points, if they are bloated. We are a sick, sick family. Hey, there's a 10 pointer!
This very, old, little church is located in Eden Vally, Wyoming. Population 2. Well, actually 100 something. There are no street lights, no stores, but there is a bar! This little church is still running strong with services being held every Sunday!
Here is a very old abandoned house, also in Eden Valley. I often wonder when these old houses were built and who once lived in them. Were they pioneers? Did they ever have to defend their land from Indians? Why did they choose to live here? I would love to explore this house!
You see them mountains? Beautiful, aren't they? Makes me want to break out in a song... The hills are alive, with the sound of music! La, la, la, la! (sorry) Anyway, thar lies our destination. My little home town in Wyomin'! I tend to revert back to an odd accent when I talk about Wyomin' or when I'm home. At least I don't call Hooper, Hupper. It's Hooper people! OOOOO as in poop or loop. Sheesh!
We are gettin close! It's a very well known fact that in Wyoming history, trappers and mountain men would trap beaver in our lakes and streams. The poor little beaver pelts would then be made into dorky, tall hats for men. Can you see the beaver dam? Can you see the beaver family, swimming towards their home? Cool, huh?
Picture of some dorky beaver hats.
We're here! Home. (sigh)