We made it to Rawlins. Made isn't quite the right word. We were forced into Rawlins, by virtue by it being the first place in Wyoming that had vacancies. Had we known this, we would have just put a reservation in at the Haus Rimmasch in Laramie and forgotten stopping in Little America and Rock Spring in futile pursuit of a bed. Alas.
Today I'm wearing my Hapi-ness (sic) 5k shirt and I hope that brings us better luck.
1,067 miles to go!
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Go Sarah Go
You should play Desperado while you're in Wyoming. I feel it's a very appropriate song for that state, in it's lonesome cowboyness. Good luck with the rest of your trip to the land of milk and cheese!
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