Monday, August 12 –

After breakfast, we were impressed at the beauty of Cheyenne, the state’s capital. Although the largest city in the state, less than 90,000 people live in the metro area. I began thinking about if there truly were beaches in Cheyenne, as in Garth Brooks’ song. However, the city is home to major Burlington Northern Santa Fe and Union Pacific railyards. We had missed Cheyenne Frontier Days, the largest outdoor rodeo in the US, only by a few weeks. However, the signs still dotted town.

We stopped at the Sierra Trading Post to look at gear. This is a popular mail catalog and retail chain that we were fans of Sparks, Nevada. I bought some silly socks with toes called Injinji. We crossed the endless plains of Wyoming and could see why it’s the least populous state in the nation. Amazing though, it’s the 10^th largest in size.

That evening we arrived in Jackson Hole and went to dinner at a pizza place in town. We stayed at the Days Inn in Jackson Hole which was clean and relatively inexpensive in the tourist season compared to other places.