|A freight train crawls out of the fog along the Lincoln Hwy.|
|My pony against|
Wyomings Big Sky
I’m now in Cowboy country, sleeping tonight in my little paprika tent. It’s beautiful. I missed a wonderful photograph that said it all this afternoon. I happened to glance up to the top of a grassy hill along the highway and there stood a lone mustang, proud against the background of vast blue sky and billowing clouds. It was Wyoming at a glance. Travelling on the superslab as I am there’s no real spot to stop and enjoy the beauty. Wyoming will take me two days to cross but before I leave Cheyenne I think I’ll head down to see some of the famous cowboy town.