|Northbound, breaking free of the Colorado Front Range corridor|
There comes a time, though, when you leave all that behind. It's like Fort Collins just sucks three-fourths of the vehicles off the road.
I stopped briefly at the Sierra Trading Post mother ship in Cheyenne for a cappuccino and to browse the discounted hiking pants. Lots of great deals for short, tubby guys there! Bought some socks.
|Somewhere south of Newcastle, Wyoming|
Tomorrow, some serious prairie melancholy.