Wyoming comes into view. Jackson and the National Parks are an easy introduction to the Cowboy State, but the ride toward the interior brings the obvious into focus– this is a big state with few people, some cows, and vast dry grassy expanses. And some of the most scenic mountains anywhere (Tetons, Wind River Ranges).
Fast forward: Ron picked us up outside of Pinedale, and with a few phone calls had secured a ride to Colorado. Cole drives 14 hours at least four days a week to Denver, transporting drilling equipment used in the natural gas fields. Cole is a real cowboy-turned truck driver by the gas boom. We swapped stories; he lost an ear to a bronco.
And then we were surrounded by collegians and tree-lined boulevards; Fort Collins looks more like the midwest than the sagebrush uplands of Wyoming, except for the Rockies loomimg to the west.