Why do people stay in Cheyenne?

By Rob | October, 14, 2007 | 0 comments

The trip so far can be isolated into stages.  Omaha to Ogalalla was very agrarian with rolling hills of grain. Once West of Ogalalla, you enter ranch land.  Think miles of rolling sand covered with tan colored scrub grass.  I have never been through this part of the country when the grass wasn’t a dried out, tan color.

Cabellas World HeadquartersI drove by the world famous Cabella’s headquarters, which looks comparable to the one in Omaha, which is similar to the Bass Pro Shop in Counciltucky.  I guess if you’re not from Sidney, it’s not as big a deal. Rain on I-80 in Nebraska.

I was disappointed there was no sign of Chimney Rock from the road.  May have been able to see it, but very cloudy with rain.  Wasn’t about to take a side trip.  Entire focus today is distance.

Next leg was the “fake mountains”.  Having never travelled through Wyoming before, I thought since I was entering the foothills I was getting close to my destination.  After all, I crossed Nebraska in no time. I crossed the border near Pine Bluff and was prematurely excited by what I thought were foothills.  Turns out they are foothills, but to the smaller Laramie mountain range of the Rockies.  Pine Bluff is a series of bluffs that are covered with scrub pines.  Seems like a nice enough community.  It’s an oasis of trees in that part of the country.

Once out of Pine Bluff, you’re back in desolate space until the climb begins to Cheyenne. Cheyenne was being hit by heavy snow when I passed through.  I stopped in a truck stop and was struck by the personality of the people.  People in Cheyenne don’t smile.  The weather, people and town are dreary.  People in Cheyenne look at each other with a disdainful, “what did you do to end up here,” look. Quickly left Cheyenne and headed towards Rawlins.

Gas Station near WyomingtuckyI made a stop in a remote gas station, where I interupted a young man in full hunting gear behind the counter discuss rifles, ammunitions, and the benefits of working the nearby strip mines.

I must say, for a major Interstate in the U.S., this has a decidedly desolate feel.  I went 80 miles between gas stations.  I’ll be glad to get past this point.

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