We didn’t stay long in Wyoming — we cut across the northeast corner: Sundance, Gillette, Sheridan, and into Montana. It was only 208 miles (about the distance from Boston to New York).
We woke up early in Gillette and decided to get on the road, driving west as the sun rose behind us. This is beautiful land in the dawn glow. It is a big land, with outsized features. The land is full of hills and ravines and grand sweeps of emptiness. The road was empty except for a work truck here or there going off to the hinterland for a long day.
We stopped in Sheridan to charge the car and fuel us, too. We had breakfast at the Silver Spur, a couple of blocks from the charger. It was full of regulars, solving the world’s problems. A tour group came in and took up three tables together, doubling the number of people there. It was a friendly place, and the food was just what we wanted. We were in Montana by 9 o’clock.
There is something about this land that pulls me at a very deep level.