Trip 2005 - Wyoming

During our drive through Wyoming, we saw numerous signs with flashing indicators that would go off when animals were in close proximity to the interstate. I guess there are all sorts of roaming wild animals in Wyoming because there is so much unoccupied space. Although we drove roughly 375 miles across Wyoming, we had yet to see any wild animals until we stopped for toilet. These small varmints were hanging out near these rocks, and my best guess it that they are prairie dogs or another animal closely related to it.

I saw them standing there and looking out for predators, so I decided to imitate one of them for this picture. I was surprised that it allowed me to get right up next to it in this picture. I sometimes consider myself to be a sneaky person, but if I were a cheetah or leopard, this prairie dog would have been afternoon snack. Seems to me that they have gotten lazy because there are no cheetahs or leopards in this area. The only predators that they face are the overweight tourists and random buzzard hawks. These things sure have an easy life.

Two things could be happening right here - an artist may be taking their prized sculpture cross country displaying it in notable art centers and fairs, or someone did a community a favor by stealing this wretched piece of art from it's display in front of a local public building. Whatever the case may be, I'm glad that I saw it so that I can make fun of it.

It was a perfect spring day in southern Wyoming but we didn't get to experience it because we were trying to get back home. At this point the best had already taken place, so there was nothing to look forward to but a good night's sleep in our own beds.

I swore that I saw some wildlife creeping out of the bushes so I took a picture so that I could further analyze it at a later date. Upon evaluating of these pictures, I have concluded that I was seeing things because I had been driving for over 8 hours. I also blame the previously mentioned warning signs for getting my hopes up that I would see all of the things promised by the song "Home on the Range." I never saw any deers or antelopes grazing, I heard several discouraging words from the peanut gallery in the backseat, and the skies were cloudy all day.