by Frank Butry

Created on: February 07, 2010

I wish I could write travel guides for a living, then I could write about that wonderous place known as Wyoming. Wyoming, as you can see, was named after Ming the Merciless, from Flash Gordon novels. And it was aptly named too.  But enough of the history lesson, we can get into that later.

To descibe that wonderful landscape you will be viewing will be easy, if you have seen the pictures from the moon, well then you get the idea. My favorite tourist spot is just oustide of Cheyenne, the capital of the Moon, er a Wyoming. Cheyenne, by the way, is an old native word for " what the hell are we living here for?" Back to the tourist spot I was writing about. Its just great, a tree growing between two boulders. Many a local is proud of this, and everyone stops there. Well, maybe not. But it is a great site for the eyes, which by now are squinting to find something to look at besides nothing.

As you wind your way through the state, over its unplowed and unpaved interstate, heading west towards even another God forsaken place called Utah, it dawns on you that you do not even need to gas your vehicle. Just go over to the local Home Depot and by yourself some huge sails, and bingo, the massive and unrelenting winds will blow you across in no time flat. Whats that? You may crash into something? Like what?, look around, no lone else is there anyway.No worries about the speed limit either, there is none, besides, the state troopers are on horseback.

Another state hotspot,( what a laugh, using the word "hot" to descibe anything in Wyoming), is Little America. Its a truck stop, tourist spot and haven all in one. Since its the only thing between Cheyenne and the state line, its even lon your atlas. There is no town there, just this beloved rest area. And it ain't bad. Just three dollars and fifty cents for one egg. After the cashier calls you strange and vulgar names, you head out for the last bit of ride to the Utah line. You can almost see it now, a Burger King sign. Thank God. You made it to Evansville, and soon you will be crossing the line over to a state which at least has people.

Honestly, I can write all day about this great place, and local places like Tensleep, Borax and Nowoman, but for now just let your imagination take you away to that desolate and windy place, where once you leave you swear you will never come back, and click your heels and keep repeating"There is no place like home".

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