I thought the Rocky Mountains would be a little rockier than this.

So today we set out from Greeley, Colorado, well-rested and properly re-supplied, and drove a solid 10 hours. We went north into Wyoming which meant that we were essentially circumventing the Rockies, an unintentional bonus route that my car thanked me for by complaining about every not-that-steep hill.

Now a word about Wyoming. Wyoming blows hard. No really, the wind was ridiculous killing our MPG and requiring a strong grip with both hands on the steering wheel at all times. I guess that’s good for all the wind farms there but for driving/living/existing there? Not so much. Wyoming has a sort of short-lived novel appeal to it, where you expect the RoadRunner to cross the road, followed shortly by Wile-E-Coyote. But you soon realize that there are no cartoon characters there, in fact there really is NOTHING there, except depression and hideous landscapes. It does contain Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, so I’ll give it that.

Most of Wyoming looks like this....

The open road of Wyoming

From Wyoming we passed into Utah, which is beautiful! Then into Idaho, which is back to nothingness. It is quite amazing how the aesthetics of the terrain seem to be bound by imaginary state lines. Wyoming is destined to be the nation’s wasteland, while just across the border, The Hills are Alive With the Sights of UTAH!

We ended up staying at some little motel in the middle of nowhere Idaho.