I got kind of freaked out at all the signs on 191 saying that the Wyoming side didn't have regular snow plowing and that the road might be impassable. I was hoping that the sunny weather was a sign that the road was clear. I was hanging out in the snow in a tank top after all. But I really had no idea how high the pass was or what kind of weather fronts had been through recently. I was unprepared for the new terrain I was about to enter. Coming into Wyoming I felt like I had literally driven to the top of the world. The highway went along the top of the mountain ridge with 360 degree views for miles and miles. I felt like I was in the Lord of the Rings.
The road ended up being perfectly passable and I soon descended onto the great Continental Divide. The land is rolling ranch land but the altitude in around 7 thousand ft. I ended up stopping for the night in Laramie (like the cigarettes in the Simpsons). I actually found a really good brew pub. I had cedar plank salmon and a good glass of wine. The ranching life ain't so bad after all.
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