We get back on I-80 after lunch in Green River, and we eat the miles as fast as we can.
There are lots of fences along the grassy hills of Wyoming. And lots of giant alternative-energy propellers turning in the wind. Not a lot of people. But plenty of fences and wind and propellers.
Bob gets all excited as he was shooting out the right side of the car. “I think I saw an antelope! It was this odd animal on that last hill. Not a deer. It must have been an antelope!”
Somewhere between Rawlins and Laramie, we have to stop for gas. We exit at Arlington, and pull into the small independent station. The woman behind the counter has seen it all. She has been asked all the questions. She has a great jaded sense of humor. And she doesn’t really have to talk. She can just point to the sign on the wall and all is explained.
We didn’t see this stetch of I-80 on the way west because we took the Lincoln Highway route north through Medicine Bow. But Brian Butko has alerted me to the fact that as we head east after Laramie, if we get off at the exit for the Lincoln statue rest area, we can get on an old section of 30 south of I-80 and at the top of the first hill, we can get a shot of Lincoln from a distance. Why not? We grab the wide shot from the hillside opposite the statue. The sky seems to match the cloudy dull sky we had on the way west. OK. We get the shot and head east on old Lincoln Highway till we have to get back on I-80.
The rest of the afternoon and evening roll by smoothly, and we’re in Nebraska sooner than we expected. The countryside is not so exotically “western” anymore. We’re back on the plains.
When it’s time to stop, we realize Ogallala is a logical location. We go back to the same chain motel we’d stayed at on the way west. Same guy behind the counter. We’re becoming regulars. He recognizes us and recommends we grab our late supper at the sports bar next door.