Wyoming

My trek across Wyoming started at a small hamlet called Hulett, WY. I got a room at a hotel that was built of logs. How's that for pioneering?

Aleksandra loved it. Imagine a house built of scratching posts!

Not really. She behaved herself. This area of the state is very hunter-friendly, and It is my understanding these motels are booked solid during the various hunting seasons. The rooms include a mud-tray to put your mudded up hunting boots in, so as not to track Wyoming geology all over the carpets. The view of the Belle Fourche River out back of the motel, wasn't bad, either.



Just kitty-corner from my motel was an antique store that was itself, an antique. I am not into antiques per se, but I had to check this one out.

My suspicion that Dick Cheney's home state was rather conservative was confirmed at the store. For example, they had wooden coffins placed out front, giving tourists the opportunity to display themselves as dead desperadoes brought to justice, the old fashioned way.

Next, just outside the front door, they had a Hangman's Noose in a red box. It resembled one used to house a fire extinguisher or other such emergency equipment.

My photo didn't turn out, so I borrowed this one off the web.



I wonder what antique bargain hunters from New England would think of it?






They also had another interesting display out front. I wondered if it was for sale. It'd make an interesting lawn sculpture.




I did visit a restaurant. I ordered a pulled pork sammich, again. This one already had the BBQ sauce in it. It was pretty good but way too big for my stomach. I ended up leaving about 1/4 of it.

The cook/chef was the owner and advertised his catering/cooking skills as, "Great food; Bad attitude"

One thing you can say about folks around those parts is that they are honest and don't pull punches.

I like that.