When I left the Black Hills Horse Sanctuary Dayton warned me about rattlesnakes in my engine....seems they like to curl up in the warmth and aren't fussy about who gets excited by their presense.  When I left, about a dozen horses wandered over to Seno and actually nuzzled the car!

The weather was perfect, the road grand and where is everybody?  It is after Memorial Day and there was NO TRAFFIC--I had the road to myself.

Camped out at Crazy Woman in Gilette, Wyoming.  It just sounded like a place I should be. 

Learned this in Wyoming:
Because young ducks flap their wings a lot & can't fly, they were called "flappers" 200 years ago.  Rural farmers in England also applied the term to young girls that tried to act like adults. 

George Washington is the father of the country--and of mules.  They claim he was the first one to mate a horse and a donkey, producing a stubborn but strong mammal we now call the mule.

Pigs have no sweat glands.  They wallow in mud puddles to cool off.

Breakfast in Buffalo, Wyoming after covering the longest expanse of highway with nothing OUT THERE.  60 miles of just road.  Didn't get too paranoid but I watched as the speedometer gyrated and listened to it screech for 20 miles and finally die.  The indicator arm is permanently collapsed on zero.

Then the ignition switch finally gave out.  I jiggled wires like crazy to get the car started again and then drove flat out to Billings, Montana without stopping because it wouldn't be startable again.