Little Red (mylittleredgirl) wrote,
Little Red

  • Mood:

out west, ! is a letter

mileage: 2250
weather: rainy with scattered snow
pace: easy

We have made it as far as Ogden, Utah! (Exclamation point appears to be part of the official spelling of Utah!, as that is how it is written on all of the license plates.) I can't tell you much about the Utah landscape, because it is snaining and the visibility is resultingly rather crap, but the, uh, fog here is very impressive! We also feel as though we have landed in a cultural mecca, which is rather understandable, as in the past two days we have encountered more tumbleweed than humans.

The grand question of the day seems to be: Where do people in Wyoming actually live? We saw many cows, fields, mountains, and wind towers, but only about eight houses in the entire state. "Maybe we blinked," says Mumsey.

The grand question of yesterday was: Holy shit, are we going to blow off this road!? We discovered later that we left Iowa in time to avoid being hit by actual tornadoes, but the high wind speeds and dust storms still made driving into a bit of an extreme sport for most of Nebraska and Eastern Wyoming. The gleee of the day was TUMBLEWEED, OMG. IT REALLY EXISTS AND IS NOT JUST IN THE MOVIES!! It is the coolest thing ever. Revelations upon revelations on this trip, I tell you! Many bits of said coolest thing ever are still stuck in various crevices of my car.

The Education of Little Red is continuing apace. In Nebraska, there was an adorable Methodist "youth group" (quotation marks because there were no actual youths in this group) serving free hot cider at a rest stop on the I-80! They were incredibly nice, and didn't want to sell us anything or convert us to anything, and it totally boggled my Northeastern mind. People are nice just to be... nice!? We also learned that the landscape of Wyoming can only be viewed when accompanied by country music, because all other forms of music seem absurd. I think I understand now why people refer to the Northeast as the little states.

Also, a semi kind of burst into flames in front of us. This wasn't so much edifying as... well, kind of neat, since no one was hurt and the trucker didn't even seem all that perturbed that there was smoke spewing everywhere.

We also hit a high elevation of 8,630 feet. It's very cold up there.

The landscape of some parts of this country can only be described as freaking weird. Every curve of the highway in Eastern Wyoming revealed a new sort of rock formation, most of which look like randomly-placed balls of plasticine stuck in piles by some ancient baby deity Q. And then it gets all really flat around the continental divide, and then there are all these mountains and, seriously, will the geologists in the audience explain to us what the heck happened to Wyoming a billion years ago? Because my mother keeps asking me questions about glacier lakes and stuff, and I can only make up so many things to tell her in response.

Tomorrow: Idaho!
Tags: oregon trail

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic