So Little Time

      Yesterday we drove the remaining 130 miles north on Wyoming Highway 59 from Douglas to Gillette, where we plan to  attend upcoming FMCA and Escapade rallies.  We are unable to get a site in the Camplex, which is the rally location, until June 17.  Since we had a student requesting a lesson, we came in a few days early and found a site at Green Tree's Crazy Woman Campground -- apparently named after a Crow Indian legend and a symbol of good luck.  



      The drive was rather uneventful, thankfully, since we probably saw 50 or more antelope grazing alongside the highway.  I am sorry to report we saw no jackalopes.  There were a few oil wells and the trains were carrying hundreds of cars filled with coal from the local mines, but mostly good highway and open land.  We enjoyed listening, as the suspense builds, to more of our audiobook, "Killing Kennedy."

      We got the coach set up and headed out for supplies and George checked out some training locations for his lesson on Monday and Tuesday.  We picked up a Red Box movie -- "Hitchcock," which we both enjoyed after answering some email messages and a quick dinner.

      






      

      Tomorrow I'll be another year older, which I've come to understand, is really something to celebrate, and a reminder that we have spent nearly six years on the road.  Maybe George will take me out for dinner.  And, during the few days we have before the rallies, we plan to drive out to the Devil's Tower, about 60 miles from here, and spend a few days at a campground there.  I have to say I've never seen it, although its photograph in my parents' picture book mesmerized me as a child, and then there was that "Close Encounters" movie to remind me it was actually there to see.

      










      
      We travelers can't sit still for long.  RVers often refer to this as the "itch to hitch."  There is much to see and experience, and so little time.