Last June, I started out on a journey to Wyoming that took an unexpected detour. On July 1, 2010, I boarded a plane to complete that journey and witness the spectacle that is Wyoming!
You see the most interesting people at the airport… I wondered what a fuss he must have made at the security checkpoint!
My flight arrived late afternoon and Dorothy was there to greet me at the Cody airport (which is quite an experience unto itself!). I saw her and couldn’t hold back the tears upon seeing her face and knowing I finally made it!
Dorothy lives in Powell, WY, a fairly small town where everyone knows your name. The neighbors were agog at all the motorcycles parked outside the Church of Booker T. (named as such since her home used to be a church and it now stands as a testament to her beloved canine, Booker) and of course had to take a stroll down that way to see what it was all about. We met assorted family members and family friends and immediately felt welcome and a part of the town.
When I first got to Dorothy’s house, I kept hearing sirens and thought this town sure had a lot going on! Turns out it was the local fire department going door to door to raise funds for their upcoming 4th of July fireworks extravaganza. The firemen came to everyone’s door with a boot where folks would drop their donations.
“Hey Andy, what are you doing?”
“Texting you, Scott.”
Hey what’s that racket? Oooooo, the Wyoming marching band is practicing their marching drills up and down the streets of Powell for the weekend’s parade… let’s go catch ‘em!
Hooligans in the back of the truck…
The boys began what would become their official handshake in testosterone solidarity…
First night’s dinner…
On Friday, Geoff brushed off his pillion seat and allowed my seat to sit on it for a jaunt up Beartooth Pass… he is an impeccably smooth and talented rider and I really enjoyed riding “piggyback” with him for the day.
It is amazing how the terrain changes along the way… from almost desert-like landscapes to lush green farmlands to the exhilaration of the high mountains… what a trip!
We rolled through Red Lodge, MT and this would be the only moose sighting we would have…
Then it was up and over the roller coaster that is Beartooth Pass… lots and lots of these signs back to back…
Looking down from where we came… can you see the road snaking through the trees??
Then up, up, up to what’s referred to as “The Top of the World” and I could see why they called it that… dozens of blue-watered alpine lakes nestled into the landscape, snow capped mountain tops, and long sweepers on brand new pavement…
Look Ma, I’m on top of the world!!
You see the most interesting people at the airport… I wondered what a fuss he must have made at the security checkpoint!
My flight arrived late afternoon and Dorothy was there to greet me at the Cody airport (which is quite an experience unto itself!). I saw her and couldn’t hold back the tears upon seeing her face and knowing I finally made it!
Dorothy lives in Powell, WY, a fairly small town where everyone knows your name. The neighbors were agog at all the motorcycles parked outside the Church of Booker T. (named as such since her home used to be a church and it now stands as a testament to her beloved canine, Booker) and of course had to take a stroll down that way to see what it was all about. We met assorted family members and family friends and immediately felt welcome and a part of the town.
When I first got to Dorothy’s house, I kept hearing sirens and thought this town sure had a lot going on! Turns out it was the local fire department going door to door to raise funds for their upcoming 4th of July fireworks extravaganza. The firemen came to everyone’s door with a boot where folks would drop their donations.
“Hey Andy, what are you doing?”
“Texting you, Scott.”
Hey what’s that racket? Oooooo, the Wyoming marching band is practicing their marching drills up and down the streets of Powell for the weekend’s parade… let’s go catch ‘em!
Hooligans in the back of the truck…
The boys began what would become their official handshake in testosterone solidarity…
First night’s dinner…
On Friday, Geoff brushed off his pillion seat and allowed my seat to sit on it for a jaunt up Beartooth Pass… he is an impeccably smooth and talented rider and I really enjoyed riding “piggyback” with him for the day.
It is amazing how the terrain changes along the way… from almost desert-like landscapes to lush green farmlands to the exhilaration of the high mountains… what a trip!
We rolled through Red Lodge, MT and this would be the only moose sighting we would have…
Then it was up and over the roller coaster that is Beartooth Pass… lots and lots of these signs back to back…
Looking down from where we came… can you see the road snaking through the trees??
Then up, up, up to what’s referred to as “The Top of the World” and I could see why they called it that… dozens of blue-watered alpine lakes nestled into the landscape, snow capped mountain tops, and long sweepers on brand new pavement…
Look Ma, I’m on top of the world!!
