Devil's Tower, Bighorn Stew, and 11 over the speed limit...
Cody Travel Blog› entry 6 of 7 › view all entries
May 6th, 2008 – by: seventy6daytripper
There was little debate about which route to take. The longer, less scenic route seemed commonplace and less adventurous. We chose the scary as hell, pitch black, winding route through woods that reminded me of the Blair Witch Project. But before all that, we needed food.
After this hearty meal and some pictures of the mountains/moon, we set out for west. No stopping point mentioned. "Just go until you can't go anymore." I love it. My parents would kill me if they realized that philosophy we took. My roommates took it in stride.
It was my turn to drive, and I'll never forget the next 200 miles of my life. It started out much like the previous 20 miles had before the rest stop....slow, winding, and treacherous (we were beginning to see more and more snow). Then...the road got narrower, the trees got taller and closer to the road, and thicker. And the inclines/declines of the road forced me to be 120% alert for 3 straight hours. Seeing deer warning signs EVERYWHERE, I was extra cautious.
Back to the creepiness of the area....without headlights, I wouldn't have been able to see my hands in front of my face. The moon was tucked away behind the thick branches of the densely-packed forest around us...so that was useless. And deer. Oh boy....deer. I passed 4 deer on the side of the road, saw 3 deer scramble into the woods when they saw headlights, and still another 2 dart in front of the car as we descended the mountain. Scary stuff. My heart was beat-boxing. There was no rhythm to the constant jumpiness of my vital organs. After what seemed like half a day, we finally emerged at the bottom of the Bighorn Mountains, having successfully made it to the other side after a scenic (way too much so) ride through the heart of Wyoming.
An hour later, you could find our car on the side of the road in Worland, Wyoming. Side of the road as in we had been pulled over. I had been pulled over. For the first time in my life. Pulled over at 12:30am, going 41 in a 30. 41 in a 30. Say it again. 41 in a 30. You do it all the time, right? Well, when you pass through a town that enforces a speed limit drop of 35 mph just like that (65 to 30 in the blink of an eye), then you pay the price. Worland, Wyoming, according to the 2000 census, has a population of 5,250. They've gotta make money somehow, huh? Well....I feel like a good samaritan after mailing them a nice hefty $116 check for my 11-over travesty.
Anyways, I finished my stint and slept through the rest of the drive to Cody, Wyoming. Our living arrangements this night would not be so luxurious. If you haven't looked into this, though, I strongly recommend you do. Walmart Supercenter. 24-hour parking, 24-hour camping...well, we made it camping. Two roommates pulled out the tent and set up camp in the rear of the building, while I, along with the remaining roommate, stretched out the front seats and made reclining car beds. Free isn't free. You pay the price of sore necks, cold feet, and this awful feeling of congestion/bad taste in your mouth when you wake up.
Ahhhh, the GREAT outdoors...of Cody. Haha. Just a pit stop, we'll make do for the night.
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