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.