That's the Capitol building.
Seeing as how it was the only thing open, Jack said we should go in. We'd driven all this way, after all.
"You first," I said, and was greeted by this:
Because every good cowboy needs an oversized cross goblet?
There was a moose, though:
If you need a cowboy-style cross, get yours here, and if you need rhinestone crosses on your rhinestone belt, this place has you covered.
Boots, and flip-flops:
Can we go now? Please?
"The Depot Museum is open," Jack said. We headed that way, passing a sign that there might be deviant life here after all. Or not. Could be a country-western bar.
Inside the Depot Museum is the history of the Transcontinental Railroad and Wyoming's own Union Pacific Railroad's role in it. For a tiny place run on $8 admission fees, the museum had a lot of disparate history on display.
Including this, which I'm sure is mislabeled.
What it's really a picture of is the Saturday Honey Do ride out of Cranbury.
Upstairs was a model railroad that wound its way around the entire top floor, copying, rock for rock, real passes along the Union Pacific line. If you don't look to hard, it seems real.
Another listed Cheyenne attraction: giant boots.
On our way to the one open restaurant, we saw this:
"What's a bagel? Can I deep fry it and put pork on it?"
There were no hipster beards and no artisan pickles at the burger joint. I got the one salad on the menu that didn't come with meat in it. Jack had a burger, because "How can I go to Wyoming and not eat beef?"
This is our little rental car:
Back on the highway, I pulled off immediately at the first exit, up on a knoll, behind a Denny's, so that I could take some pictures of the landscape.
I zoomed way in to get the wind farm:
Near the Wyoming-Colorado state line, high on a bluff, stands a buffalo statue. To the left is a water tower. That's how big this buffalo is. (I apologize for the poor resolution; I took the picture from inside the car after I pulled over to the side of the highway.)