you know the kind where you take a turn and you don’t know why
Day 5: Casper, Wyoming to Cheyenne, Wyoming
Life-changing breakfast at Sherrie’s. May move to Casper to be close to Sherrie. America, I am begging you to make the “smother your plate in green chili” option a national belief system.
Zach spent 2 hours with a Sam Elliott type who fitted and shaped two hats for him without saying a single unnecessary extra word. I wandered around the boot section thinking about my grandpa Curt and Andy Nikitenko’s shop in Minot.
I have no boundaries and a lot of questions about fencing.
Barr Nunn, Wyoming is a town built in the 50s on an old airstrip – all of the roads are still laid out like the original runways.
Douglas, Wyoming. This used to be the World’s Largest Jackalope. The new World’s Largest Jackalope is a couple of blocks away I guess but we didn’t even try to find it. Fuck that jackalope.
Chugwater, Wyoming. Real old soda fountain. Bought some shakes and an organic granola bar intended to look like cow poop.
North of Cheyenne. Quebec 01 Missile Alert Facility. Toured a Minuteman/Peacekeeper launch bunker with an emotional support poodle also on the tour. None of these pictures are in order. If you want a more cohesive understanding of how to get in and out of the bunker maybe you just ask the NSA mmkay I am just here for the doggo.
Hot Frontier Nights at Cheyenne Frontier Days, waiting for Maren Morris and clicking send on this nonsense so I can get cowgirl stupid after the show.
Looks like Zach plans on getting stupid too. Just… differently.
