Day Fifteen

We are now in Buffalo, 180 miles along the road from Cody. We're staying at the most brilliant motel. It's straight out of the sixties - pool out front, little motel rooms with big numbers, retro motel sign, swing seats on a lawn - so brilliant. Motel Wyoming, we love you.

The drive today took us through the fabulous Big Horn Mountains. More dramatic and wonderful scenery, very VERY wild west. It was very much like being in a western. We drove past men on horses, sheriffs and a gun fight*. We drove through small towns, and MINUSCULE towns, population 10, 25, 90...you would actually know everyone.

On the drive to Buffalo we stopped at a lake. It was about 8000ft up, in the mountains - who even knew water could accumulate at that height? Shocker. So, we stopped and scrambled down the steep little hill side to the lake. It glittered, and was partially silent. So lovely. Fearful of a bear attack, we returned pretty quickly to the safety of our vehicle.

We had a great evening at the motel. We sat outside on swing seat in sunshine, reading our books, we got salads and wine from the supermarket and chilled out in the room and watched American tv. Motel Wyo is a good place to stay.




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