My favorite part of Wyoming isn’t the mythical 6% beer or even M80s as big as your fist that can take your fist right off (or get you a slap on the wrist); though, surely, these were the reasons we travelled to Evanston as teens.
No, now I think it’s all about the clouds.
Call me a poet if you must, but there’s an unmatched beauty in these patches of uninterrupted cumulus and nimbus set in motion against a mostly flat and largely monotonous landscape. Is there any better way to while away your drive across this starched terrain than by searching the clouds for characters and faces? Lookie here, a swan! Over there, looks like Bart Simpson! And you have to stare fast, too, because we’re moving quickly and the clouds, they’re also constantly changing.