Make a plan and Montana laughs. We are diverting from Minnesota for purposes of quarantine so we spent the morning rearranging our Chicago obligations as well. The upshot of it all is that we suddenly find ourselves unmoored and two days ahead of schedule. What else can one do in such circumstances, other than visit Wyoming?
Wyoming contains prairie dogs. Georgia seems to have a little terrier in her because she spent a lot of time (no, more than whatever amount of time you’re thinking of) with her head shoved into prairie dog holes today. Meanwhile the prairie dogs, who understand that each hole is just one entrance into a vast network of tunnels, watched with bemusement — sometimes from the next hole down.
There is a mountain called Cloud Peak sort of alone in the middle of Wyoming, so naturally we camped partway up. The thin atmosphere caught us off guard; we had acclimated well back in Colorado, but apparently it wears off quickly. Still, the campground was so nice we didn’t care. We didn’t even mind overpaying for firewood because it was such a perfect evening for camping. This was another in the parade of stops where one evening and a hurried morning departure just wasn’t enough.
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