Wyoming!

well well well. Wyoming was infinitely better than Montana. Right now I am sitting in the library of the town of Deadwood South Dakota. So while Wyoming has left me for the time being, it is still in my heart. Wyoming yielded me two of the best camping spots I have ever been to, all for the low price of FREE! We also went to the world's largest mineral hot springs, all for the low price of FREE! Currently, Josh and I are into listening to old Fred Penner tapes and going to museums, so we have been on a bit of a learning curve. Apparently Fred Penner is only uncool from age 10 to 20. As we drove the windy mountain roads his old tunes flowed from the cassette deck into the back of my deepest memory drawer and I was delighted to discover that I remembered all of those silly lyrics of his. The Cat Came Back, Ghost Riders in the Sky, Sandwiches are Beautiful. Maybe i have cabin fever, but these songs slay.
Anywho. Back on topic. We are now in the Black hills of the Southern most Dakota state. Here we will witness the grace of the almighty Crazy Horse and those other four lads who got themselves blasted into the shape of a mountain. Apparently there is also a very large series of caves here, so I think we may go spelunking. Hopefully we can run into an underground lake with a pirate ship only to have the whole mountain come crashing down on us.
Oh! One more thing. If you are ever in Cody Wyoming check out the Buffalo Bill Historical Center. Here we were once again greeted with Wyoming hospitality and treated to half off admission by the nice man at the desk. This building of knowledge contained not one museum.. But FOUR! A Buffalo Bill section, A Plains Indians section, A Western Art section and last but most importantly, A Fire Arms museum. The last section may have been my favorite, the coolest gut buster being a Chinese hand canon from the fourteenth century. This little treat was basically a stick with four metal tubes on the end. all of which, at the touch of a spark could inflict serious business. pretty cool stuff.
Ah! I keep forgetting things. Our new friend Mitch. Mitch is from Virginia but lives in Wyoming now after escaping a debilitating coke habit. Mitch runs a salvage yard and for some reason calls everyone Bubba. Mitch's trailer is a refuge for the left behinds of the world, and his pals? I'm not sure if you call them that. Anyway, his Refugees, Duffy and ummmmmm..... Bubba, live with Mitch, trying to help him fix cars. Mitch has a very large truck, with even larger flames. Mitch's wife, has an even bigger truck, with even larger flames. Mitch keeps horses in exchange for auto parts. Mitch trades Mexican migrants truck cabs in exchange for auto body detailing. Mitch trades farmers old mufflers for feeding hay. Mitch may or may not have a criminal record. Mitch was the most helpful man i have met on this journey. Mitch was a Godsend. Mitch fixed our truck for free. But we gave him money anyway. So heres to Mitch. My most favorite Redneck.