We scored an excellent rental car. The only rental car place in Casper, WY, was out of minivans when my mom called to rent a car. So, we got a nice GMC Acadia instead. Leather. Satellite radio. DVD player. Temperature controls for each quadrant. Dolby surround sound. All this helps when you face a long, barren highway with two children, especially when you are sharing a backseat row with those two young children.
Lily surprised me. She’s usually a rough traveler, but maybe she’s moved beyond that stage. She was fairly good-natured most of the way. But, then again, this is the first big trip she’s taken since being weaned from breast milk.
Our long path stretched from Casper to the East Entrance of
Yellowstone Park, about 60 miles west of Cody, WY.
As the map shows, there are basically no roads between those two points, and basically no cities or towns either. Some of the “towns” listed a two-digit population. It seemed as if one family lived 60-100 miles from anyone else, including gas stations and stores.
We saw the Big Horn River, which is a scientific curiosity in that it flows uphill from south to north. We drove through Old West outlaw country, where Buffalo Bill and others had famous duels. We ate lots at Bubba’s BBQ in Cody. And, we sat back and waited to enter two million acres of wilderness beauty.