Day 3: NE--WY "(Phones are) Roaming in Wyoming"

Liz was doing her morning coconut oil mouth rinse and was laughing uncontrollably when she accidentally spurted a volcano of hot grease on a lifeless corpse that was Kathryn Bowering in bed at 8am. She claims coconut oil is God's jizz (Too much? Too much?) Rise and shine campers! 

As much as we loved the Heartlands, or Fartlands, it was time for us to see some mountains majesty. Nebraska had one last gift to give: a deathly downpour that blindfolded Liz by rain, and a reckless truck nearly running us off the road. Thanks for the memories, Nebrasky (a tasky a green and yellow basky.)

Ours souls were resurrected in Dix. 

Mad Dix Pics

A quick gas stop to fill up in Dix and...Liz has to pee? You don't say. 

Lunch: Sombrero Deer

Hola Jose

Three full days in the car has left us feeling like doughy trolls; in an effort to avoid bed sores and pot bellies, Liz attempted to establish a light stretching regimen/car yoga routine which ended abruptly when Kathryn turned to ask for an orange and discovered her head in the center console, legs akimbo in happy baby pose.

Midday 90s throwback:  

We gettin' bored

Desperately needing a leg stretch, Liz pulled off the road and discovered that the US Olympic track team had left one behind:

Rio de Wyomo

Nothing like mountain air to bring out your inner Usain Bolt. Moral of the story: Rio and roadside Wyoming are one and the same. 

After two hours of silence, the following esoteric conversation ensued: 

K: "Mountains are crazy"

L: "Yeah"

K: "Good talk"

~another two hours of silence~

We've arrived. Bison!

Burger Fodder

Wyoming is so effing beautiful and Liz had a come-to-Jesus moment listening to Fleetwood Mac in God's country. It was true bliss.

Quick quotes from dinner:

Kathryn's luscious dinner of roasted chicken with olive tapenade comes out and her immediate response is "Get on tapenade."

Then:

Liz: "I love our hostel"

Kat: "It's anything but hostile"

#puns4days

Tomorrow, we hike, we raft, and we DON'T DRIVE 500 MILES. For now, we boogie down upstairs at the Mangy Moose to live music. Yeehaw!

K&L