Back in the day, this section of trail was known by a bunch of names:
The Taos Trail
Trappers Trail (Mountain Men)
Cherokee Trail (Gold Rushers)
Goodnight-Loving Trail (Cattlemen)
See, you have to learn the vernacular so that when you read about different groups you know that they all mean the same location. That's what drove me NUTS about the Civil War! The Union would call a battle by one name and the Rebels would call it by another.
Now we're looking for Curt Gowdy State Park just west of Cheyenne, Wyoming. We've stayed there before, and it's pretty interesting topography: huge boulders piled on top of each other, juniper and sage brush, a lake... We don't even slow down for Cheyenne, but we do take the scenic route shown by roadsigns instead of listening to Lil Miss GPS telling us to take the super slab (Interstate.) M-m-m-m, it is beautiful, and we always love the pronghorn antelope.
Scurrying around like we might hurt them. Silly antelope. We only shoot pictures, not guns, but we understand your caution...
The one on the right looks like Bambi - but Bambi was a deer, not an antelope.
We're remembering the Park to be on the right side of the road, but when we get there it appears to be on the left. (Get a clue here, Granma.) We pull down into almost barren hills toward a small lake. There's an entrance shack, and it's staffed. The lady says that the other side of the road is closed to campers, but we're welcome to pick a site, any site, and stay here.
John picks THE most exposed site on the highest patch of land around. (Here he goes with his wind thing again... sigh.) We've heard weather reports and see storm clouds building, so we're in kind of a hurry to get camp prepared. (There's a clue here somewhere...) (Get a clue, Granma!)
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