A tiny change of plans.

Yesterday I woke up at three am to wait for the sun to come up. I was mildly excised about racing the sun up in my favorite place in the world, and I wasn't one bit surprised when I realized my great plans had minor issues.


I stayed the night in Cheyenne, a thriving city of five people, that is located in the far east corner of Wyoming. I did try to get the sun come up from the west for once but she was a tough cookie to negotiate with.


it was a beautiful sunrise captured from the rear view mirrors while I went aimlessly around the one state I remember the best from my travels. The landscape in there is awesome. The roads are in pristine condition and when you're outside of any town, there is no risk of cops.If you go off from the main roads, Europe at it's best has nothing on this place.

All my pics almost show the hud, so before posting those some editing is needed.

The roads were unbelievable and scenery took my breath away. I kept pulling over to take pics, and forgot to snap one.

My plan was to go through Yellowstone fast, and get a hotel/ cabin near a stream and spend the evening fishing. The road I took there was probably the best fast drive I've ever done, but since it took both hands at times at the wheel, and because no editing skills are at my disposal, I'll wait to post those up. I highly recommend that road that has a name I have already forgotten. Zero traffic so pushing my boy to new highs was easy.

Entering Yellowstone, apparently there are big forest fires close by, so this is all you can see there now.

I took the exact same shot last year on my first day on the road too. Funny how they both have zero visibility.

I was in a petrol station and I counted 53 cars passing me in 3 minutes. Let's say only 21 of those went the way I was going, so that's 7 cars per minute passing by two guys who's car had died. Nobody stopped to help them, to take them to a station to get oil they still hoped would revive their red beast in three hours and they had walked over 20 km from their car by then to get some by themselves. I was extremely impressed with us people again, since how fucking hard it is to stop, ask what's up, get the oil yourself if you don't want any strangers into your car? win the fucking humanity points you can use to score a slot in heaven later? PEOPLE: There are signs everywhere stating be aware of the bears, and two people walk miles to get help and nobody stops? Are you fucking kidding me?!

Since I'm now the official transporter of hitchhikers too, I took them get the oil, told them their car is ruined, and we packed their stuff into my well organized tiny car, and went to search for Wifi so we could find them a place to stay and a rental car.

Yellowstone had both, but sadly nothing was available, so I spent the last night impressing the two guys who probably after five minutes started hoping they had been left there to be eaten by bears with my navigational skills.

When I started my day at three am, I did not see this happening.

The car was not yet moving so they were still smiling.

The parting sunset provided by the state of Wyoming. I will miss you my friend.

My personal heaven.

Anyway, we ended up driving to the next big city, Butte (yes, I made all the jokes possible about peter going into butt, they were not impressed), we got rooms, nobody was murdered in any way and now I'm merely a few miles from home, so I might as well go. I miss my kids insanely, even if this tame time away has ensured they have a bit more fun mom to look forward to.


Oh, there was a huge traffic jam in Yellowstone. We were hoping it was a bear, since we were stuck with it for a long time. Finally when someone told me after I was cleared to go, that the cause was a coyote, Anna was adult enough to rev the fuck out of Peter to ensure they too were standing there for nothing.


a fucking coyote. You have gotta be kidding me...


Anna