To this day, I still don’t know why we turned off the highway way too soon for South Pass City and ended up on a single-ish lane dirt road in the middle of central nowhere Wyoming, but we did (well, Julie did, and Rachel didn’t object). As seen in the previous post we even had a sentry cow give us that “silly humans” look, and we still kept going.
We even came across more cows that scared the bejeezus out of Julie, because come on—doesn’t that cow look like it has two bodies and was sent from some netherworld to warn us that we were absolutely in the wrong place? Also, we were a little more low on gas than we would have liked to have in the tank when driving in the middle of central nowhere Wyoming, and—no joke—Julie really didn’t have a clue where we were except somewhere east of where we were really headed.
And then, out of nowhere, we saw one of those amazingly well-kept historical signs that can be found all through Wyoming. A sign of civilization! Or, at least a sign of history, and a sign that perhaps if we were totally and completely lost, there was a chance that someone would happen by every few days. It took us approximately five seconds to switch into “oh yay, let’s go explore!” mode, and it was only until later that Julie remembered all the police dramas that she’s watched in her lifetime, including those which feature serial killers doing their business in the middle of nowhere, at which time she got a little nervous again and Rachel had to talk her down the little road. Hey, it was a nerve-wracking day, what with having just gotten (almost) stuck at the top of a big rock a few hours earlier.
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